when i feel low i read. | They lay in the narrow twin bed that was meant for only one person, wrapped together tightly under Jordan’s flannel sheet. Maia lay with her head in the crook of his arm, the sun from window warming her face and shoulders. Jordan was propped on his arm, leaning over her, his free hand running through her hair, pulling her curls out to their full length and letting them slide back through his fingers.
“I missed your hair,” he said, and dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her, that sort of laughter that came with the giddiness of infatuation. “Just my hair?”
“No.” He was grinning, his hazel eyes lit with green, his brown hair thoroughly rumpled. “Your eyes.” He kissed them, one after another. “Your mouth.” He kissed that, too, and she hooked her fingers through the chain against his bare chest that held the Preator Lupus pendant. “Everything about you.”
She twisted the chain around her fingers. “Jordan … I’m sorry about before. About snapping at you about the money, and Stanford. It was just a lot to take in.”
His eyes darkened, and he ducked his head. “It’s not like I don’t know how independent you are. I just … I wanted to do something nice for you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I know you worry about me needing you, but I shouldn’t be with you because I need you. I should be with you because I love you.”
- “City of Lost Souls: The Mortal Instruments Book Five” (pg. 227) | #cassandraclare
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