A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.
In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.I didn't invite him into bed, Clary snapped. We were just kissing.Just kissing? Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. How swiftly you dismiss our love.