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When the fae queen makes them kiss, she didn’t say which kind.
no one thought of Clary kissing his knuckles or the crown of his forehead or even the soft blushing skin of his cheeks or anywhere less sensual.
it wouldn’t have been enough for the queen, Jace suspected, and clary would have kissed him dozen times before she kissed him as the queen intended.
to Jace the result would be the same, all those platonic kisses would have felt just as intimate as passionate kisses, the very touch of her lips, on any part of him, set him aflame.
