“I think about him all the time,” she said. “It’s awful. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.” “You mean Simon?” “Scrawny little mundane bastard,” she said, and took her hands off Jordan’s chest. “Except he isn’t. Scrawny, anymore. Or a mundane. And I like spending time with him. He makes me laugh. And I like the way he smiles. You know, one side of his mouth goes up before the other one—Well, you live with him. You must have noticed.” “Not really,” said Jordan. “I miss him when he’s not around,” Isabelle confessed.” LoveSimon LewisIsabelle LightwoodSizzyIsabelle And Jordan Author:Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls