"Alec," I whispered "I don't think you should be here…" I shook my head.
"Why not Theresa?" he took a step closer, putting a hesitant hand on my arm.
"I love Jace…" I whispered, watching him with wide, cautious eyes. "You know that" my voice got softer.
"And, you're right, I do know that…but I can't help but wish," he wrapped a strong arm around my waist. "That it was me…" his voice was soft, and light.
I could feel tears threatening in my eyes. "Alec…"
He trailed his fingers of his right hand slowly up my arm, from my elbow to my shoulder. Just as slowly, he pulled them back again. "Does that feel good or bad, to you?" he murmured.
"…I don't know…" I closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from crying
"Theresa, why Jace?" he asked. He touched my cheek, but left his hand there, his thumb under my jaw.
"I-I can't think…" I murmured, unable to stray from his gaze.
"Then, do you think, you could do something for me?" he leaned a little closer, tugging on my chin so I was looking at him.
"….d-depends…" I swallowed. He was so close, I could feel his breath, warm against my skin. I didn't realize what he was going to do till after his lips touched mine. No! I thought desperately.
It wasn't like kissing Jace. With Jace, there was no thought, only desire. No control. A match to an open flame-inevitable. With Alec, I didn't even know what I felt. Everything was so jumbled and bewildered. His lips were soft and warm. He pressed them to mine, just lightly, then brushed them back and forth across my mouth. "Good or Bad?" he whispered against my lips.
Bad! Bad, Bad! I shouted in my mind. "I-I can't think" when I moved my mouth to speak, he moved his with it.
"That sounds…good" his mouth pressed down with more force, now. He caught my lower lip between his and pulled on it gently. I could feel his confidence as he pulled me closer, as if there were any possible way for us to be. His tongue twisted with mine, and there was no part of me that wasn't plagued by the deep desire that, now, possessed me. My hands moved to his chest, a part of my wanting to push him away, but the other wanting to see if we could get any closer. He pulled away.
I gasped, unable to breathe, my thoughts and feelings stirring in my mind, my heart constricting in my chest.