““All right," he said. Magnus whipped toward him in the dark, all coiled energy now, all cheekbones and shimmering eyes. “Really?” “Really,” Alec said. He reached out a hand, and interlinked his fingers with Magnus’s. There was a glow being woken in Alec’s chest, where all had been dark. Magnus cupped his long fingers under Alec’s jawline and kissed him, his touch light against Alec’s skin: a slow and gentle kiss, a kiss that promised more later, when they were no longer on a roof and could be seen by anyone walking by. “So I’m your first ever Shadowhunter, huh?” Alec said when they separated at last. “You’re my first so many things, Alec Lightwood,” Magnus said.””
