Jace looked at Clary in disapproval. "I don't know what you were thinking." He said. Clary blushed and looked at her feet. "Going after that demon like that! You could've gotten yourself killed!" Jace's voice rose an octave. Clary's face reddened. "Jace, I'm sorry." She stammered. Jace's expression softened. "I know you are." He stroked her cheek. "But it's so hard to be a good boyfriend when you run off without telling me where your going." Clary tried to smile. Jace moved closer to Clary. She could feel his body heat, even through his jacket and her sweater. Her sweater, a beautiful beige cardigan now tinged at the hem from where a demon had spit fire at her. She picked at it, letting the ashes fall onto her lap. Jace swept them away with his hand. He left his hand on her knee. Electricity ran through Clary. Jace leaned forward and his lips brushed hers. Jace grabbed Clary's waist and pulled her closer. Without hesitation, Clary wrapped her arms around him. "Next time, call me." He whispered. Clary smiled. "Of course."
Moments later, Jace stood up. Clary could feel her face turn from surprise to confusion. "What happened?" She asked. Instead of answering, Jace went to the closet at the back of the room and pulled out some scented candles Clary's mom owned. "I think..." Jace lit a candle. Shadows danced on the walls. "We should set a romantic scene. Like the ones in movies." Clary moved to light the last candle. "I thought we already had one." Jace turned to her and pulled her in. He kissed her with a passion Clary had rarely seen before. "Now we have a better one." He said as he pulled her down on the bed.
Clary sighed. The night had gone wonderfully. Her sweater was thrown carelessly across the room, as was Jace's shirt. She stared at Jace for a long time. He looked so peaceful when he slept. She couldn't believe he was the boy who killed countless demons and saved her multiple times from demons. She smiled to herself. This was the boy who loved her. No matter what form he took.
The door burst open, sending a burst of cold air towards Clary. A girl's figure appeared in the doorway. "Isabelle?" Clary guessed. She must've said it a bit too loudly, because Jace woke up. "What?" He snapped awake. "Shhh, Jace. It's just Isabelle." Isabelle put her hands on her hips. "Just Isabelle?" She said. "I take offense to that." Jace grinned. "Of course you do. So… what do you want?" "I'm going to Target with Simon. We wanted to know if you wanted anything." Jace shook his head. Isabelle looked at Clary and arched an eyebrow. "Clary, do you want me to pick you up some 'protection'?" Clary blushed and Isabelle laughed as she walked away. Jace held Clary close. "You might've wanted to say yes."