snippet of the Clizzy I'm writing. How many of you like shadowhunters?
Isabelle clears her throat when she makes no move to leave and Clary visibly jumps, her eyes snapping away from Isabelle's hands on her thighs.
“Sorry!” Clary sqeaks, pink rising on her cheeks to match the pink darkening around her.
When she shuts the door behind her, Isabelle turns back to Magnus to see him raising an eyebrow at her.
“What was that?” he questions.
Isabelle frowns at him.
“What?”
Magnus' eyebrow reaches higher.
“That,” he says again, waving a hand toward where Clary was standing.
Isabelle flushes and shakes her head, she knows she's not that obvious.
“Nothing,” she mumbles, Magnus' eyebrow looks about ready to jump off his skin, but he doesn't push her.