Despite how she fought it, Serena had eventually succumbed to sleep, her golden hair fanned out on the white pillows as her chest rose and fell in an even rhythm, her hand still joined with Max's across the small gap between their beds.
Sebastian stood at her bedside as he gently dragged his knuckle down her cheek.
Her skin was soft. So unbelievably soft and smooth, softer than his skin would ever be.
The pad of his forefinger traced her face, the bridge of her nose, down her cupid's bow and onto her lips.
He hesitated.
He hesitated before his lips landed on her forehead, her cheek, her other cheek, her nose, the corner of her mouth.
But before he could press his lips to hers, she shifted in her sleep, startling the standing Shadowhunter.
Soon after Sebastian left, scared to try again, Serena's eyes fluttered open and she felt the need to itch at her skin, to scrub at her face.
That and she really wanted a hug from Alec before sleep forced her eyes shut again.
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Sweet Little Serena (Original)
FanfictionThe greatest Shadowhunter of his generation is what they say about the legendary Jace Wayland. But, what you don't know, is that they also say the same of his twin sister, Serena. For Serena is many things. She is the Clave Envoy to Downworlders. Sh...
