Chapter 2

I apologize for my absence but it was a crazy busy week for me. Go check out my newest story, You Don't Know, it's finally up, as well as an update for Look Me In The Eyes. I will get Daggered Hearts updated as soon as I can.

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Characters belong to Cassie Clare

I decided this story, as well as all of my others, will be Rated M. I apologize if anyone isn't into that stuff but it makes the story so much more intense, so it's happening. Thank you.

Clary POV

Have you ever seen a guy so hot that you have to take a step back just at the sight of them? Not just like above average hot, like, so hot that you have to take a step back and close your eyes because of the beautifulness coming at you. Out of all of the problems in the world, that is what I have to worry about now.

I thought maybe that I could get off the hook with that night but Jon didn't agree. It was actually the best sleep I've ever gotten - those sheets smelled like heaven and the blankets were perfectly warm. I would never admit it to Jon, but I'd totally sleep in that bed again and risk his wrath all over again. Even if it was Jace Herondale's bed.

Even though it was days ago since my brother rudely interrupted my incredible sleep in that incredible bed, it took me this long to finally get that rematch from Seb. He made his opinion loud and clear that he didn't want me mingling with Jace, even Seb for that matter. Although, that ship sailed already. He's kind of a good friend right now, like a break from Izzy's and Simon's constant silent flirting.

"You're not going to win," he says pulling a double red from the stack of cards. He's sitting on the floor with me with his back against his bed and his legs sprawled out. I lean up on my elbows as I swing my legs behind me with my belly to the floor.

"Arrogant much," I fire back. He smiles perfectly at me with I return with an eyeroll and pick the next card.

"Single yellow," he says with an award-winning grin. I stick my tongue out at him and move my piece.

"I win," he says pulling a double blue from the stack.

"You cheated," I say standing up to my knees.

"Did not," he said remaining just as arrogant as ever.

I threw my head back and grunted at my defeat. I glared at the amused look on his face and grunted again because my defeat brought him happiness.

"This just keeps getting better," I hear from behind me. Seb is on his feet in a second but I roll my eyes instead.

"Dude," Seb said trying to act more casual than he should be.

"What do you want, Jon," I say finally sitting up from the floor.

He crosses his arms so I stand up and do the same. "I was looking for you, Izzy said you'd be here," he said convincingly.

"Well I wanted my rematch," I say pointing to the board game on the floor.

"Is that what people call it these days?" he asks lazily implying a more physical game.

"It wasn't-," Seb tried but Jon cut him off again.

"It will never be," he corrected with such a masculine tone it almost made me vomit.

"Well you're not the boss of me," I shot back. "I'm not 16 anymore, Jon."

Jon looks mildly affected before he straightens his face back out. "I know-."

"If I am going to screw someone you're not going to have a say," I continued.

"Who's screwing?" Jace said walking in with about three other guys.

I tried to look away again but Seb looked horrifically embarrassed.

"You look like you swallowed a tomato, Seb," Jordan joked.

Seb sat down on his bed but I tried to stand my ground.

"No one is screwing," I started. I just love my comeback for this situation and I can't wait to use it.

"That doesn't mean we can't start," he said raising an eyebrow and lifting his chin up at me. Well, there goes my comeback. Why is it that he makes me furious and sexually frustrated at the same time using the same sentence?

I heard a throat clear from behind us and I jerked my head up and forced myself not to let his comment affect me.

"Jon," I said awkwardly.

Jordan lets out a low and incredibly awkward whistle and pats Jace on the shoulder. "I am going to leave now. I have a girlfriend to go tend to." He left so fast the other guys practically got shoved out with him.

Jon shut the door behind them and stood with his arms crossed.

"Did I mean start?" Jace said with an award-winning facial. "I meant never start."

Jon makes a sound of disbelief and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not the Virgin Marry, Jon," I said furiously. "I can do whoever I want."

"No," he said. "You can do anyone, BUT him," he says pointing to Jace."

"What's so bad about me?" Jace asks in defense. He looks so damn hot when he's trying to play dumb. Jon glares at him and he shrugs his shoulders instead of defending himself.

"I think you lost the right to control me a long time ago," I said walking straight passed him and up to Jace who was still with shock.

He looked so nervous in this moment, like he's anticipating the kiss that will surely come. We both know this is only going to happen right now because I want to make a point to my over protective older brother, but I can't help but wonder what it feels like to give into desires. I didn't lie, I'm not a virgin. But, my first time was with Simon the summer before our senior year in high school, it was awkward and painful and stupid. The next time I was too drunk to remember it. The last time was with the bartender from our favorite club, and I didn't even catch his name.

It's been a long time since I've been kissed, and even longer since I was the one doing the kissing. In this moment, it looks like Jace is just as nervous as I am, like he wants this to happen but not just to piss off my brother. I keep waiting for his eyes to waiver, for his lips to part and say this is a bad idea, for his body to move away from mine. But it doesn't.

He's still, and his eyes are blown wide, and his lips are patiently waiting for attention. It almost drives me crazy just being this close to him, seeing his every reaction when I move closer and closer. This is the moment, the one that everyone talks about in the stupidly cliché romance movies. Where the eyes meet and your body reacts on instinct. I never thought it was real before. In this moment, I believe it one hundred percent.

And then it comes. I get up on my toes and wrap an arm in his curls with the other one planted on his chest, just above his heart, and I kiss him. His lips are warm and patient with mine, not too fast but not at all the platonic kiss I thought it would be. His hands wrap behind my back, one supporting my weight, the other on my hip. His fingers are as strong as his lips and for a second, while the moment lasts, I forget about Jon and Seb being just feet away from me.

His tongue rolls against mine and that's when I lose the little self-control I have left in me. I nibble his lower lip and his grip tightens on my waist. I could live in this moment forever if it meant being kissed like that.

When he's pulled away it's like all of the wind was ripped from my chest, like I forgot to breathe entirely. My eyes are glued to his, looking for any remints of desire or belonging that I felt in that kiss but he won't look at me. Jon has him pressed against the door so hard it knocked the wind out of him too. His arm is across his chest but Jace doesn't even seem to notice it.

"You don't get to kiss her," Jon said letting his anger take over him. Jace nodded but seemed lost for words. I know Jace's reputation, everyone does, and being lost for words is not on his bad-boy reputation.

"Jon," I said letting myself register what was going on. "Knock it off."