When Clary had told Simon she thought it best to break up, she hadn't expected him to agree so easily. It wasn't that she felt like Simon was the one who had always loved her more than her feelings for him, it was that Simon wanted what made her happy. And in his emotional state, he'd told her he was happy she called instead of came in person, he didn't trust himself around anyone at the moment after the incident at the bar the night before.

Clary's hair had dried and she slipped on a t-shirt and shorts and climbed into her bed, she wondered if maybe Simon had had doubts in their relationship before all this went down but it didn't matter now. Clary had everything she could possibly wish for in that moment, Simon was her best friend again, despite him needing a little time, and Jace and her no longer had to feel guilty over their love for one another. She picked up her phone once more, texting Jace to tell him she'd spoken to Simon. Her soft bed was a huge welcome with the type of week she'd had and just as she started to doze, she saw the golden blonde hair of Jace enter the room.

"Hey," he said, he was barefoot, wearing low-slung track pants and a loose fit t-shirt.

"What are you doing here?" She shot up in bed. "Did anyone see you sneak in here?" Clary whispered in the dark, the last thing she needed was the whole institute thinking she played musical boyfriends.

"I just wanted to see how you were," he said, walking to the side of her bed and sitting down. "Besides, I'm close with the head of the institute." He smiled that cocky grin he was known for.

"Oh are you?" Clary giggled and Jace's hand moved to cover hers, "I'm okay though, it was easier than expected. We both agreed it was in the best interest of our friendship to stay broken up."

"Thank you," Jace said, giving her hand a squeeze, "I know things haven't been easy lately, but I promise I will do all I can to make things better for you."

"You don't need to thank me, this is what I wanted," her hand moved out from under his and up his arm to the warm crook of his neck, "us." Jace leant into her touch, it felt so good to finally have her back, he wished he could take her away from all this drama, somewhere she could draw and be happy, where she could have some normalcy in her life. "What are you thinking?" She whispered, sitting up and he saw again that she still wasn't wearing a bra under her thin tee.

"I'm thinking about how much I'd like to take you away, a little break somewhere, just the two of us." Jace watched as Clary giggled, the most beautiful sound he'd ever known. She bit her bottom lip like she knew he would melt at the sight of her and he swooped his head down, pulling her lip from her teeth with his mouth. He heard her gasp softly, not like he'd startled her, but like a hot spark had flown through her body, lighting up her core. Just the thought of exciting her in that way made him hard. Looking at her with her hair only just dry, her skin makeup free and her eyes glistening in the dark made the bulge in his pants grow.

She reached the covers on the other side of the bed and pulled them down, inviting him to stay the night.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?" He asked and he saw her cheeks starting to flush crimson, "I mean, I'm not objecting, I just don't want you to feel pressured into moving too fast."

She smiled, tugging on his arm as she pulled him into her bed. "I've never been more certain of anything else." She watched as Jace laid down, watching her like their moment was fragile, about to break. "I love you, Jace." She said, placing her hand over his heart.

No one apart from his adopted family had told him they loved him, and he knew she meant it. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulled until she laid on top of him, feeling the heat of her body through the scraps of fabric between them. He tucked her fallen hair away from her face as he planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you too." He hugged her close, her face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck and their legs tangled together in her bedsheets. She was the most perfect thing to have ever existed, she was what he lived for and as their breath steadied they fell into a sleep so deep that when the sun shone through the big stain glass windows the next morning and a knock sounded on her bedroom door, neither of them woke.