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He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. "Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. They should be running, fleeing this place. This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance.

She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers.

She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her.

“We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper.