Clary stares at him in confusion, wondering how she never noticed it before, "You… love me?"
"That is what I said." he blushes at the ground, and Clary can tell he's embarrassed. "Although now I'm kind of regretting admitting that."
Clary just stares at him, through the dark room, the only light coming through the crack under the door. Simon stands there, almost as if waiting for her answer. "I… I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Simon answers, "You said enough when you left to go make out with Jace."
"I wasn't making out with him," she replies offensively, "We kissed once."
"Whatever," he heads towards the door. His hand touches the doorknob, just as Clary's voice stops him.
"Simon, wait!" she grasps his shoulder, and he let's go of the doorknob, and turn to face her, "Don't leave yet."
"Why not?" his tone is defensive, and he stares at her.
"Because of this," she leans towards him, and brushes her lips against his. His lips are cool and soft, gentle as they almost begin to resist, as if by accident. Soon, her lips melt into his, and they lean back against the door. Simone's hands move down to her waist, and her hands wrap around his neck. She pulls away, and there's shock on his face. Clary smiles, and gives him a hug, "There, now you can go."
He grins back at Clary, "Ya, alright. Later, Fray."