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The sound of a key moving in the lock breaks me away from Magnus and a sudden bought of terror rips through me. Only one other person has a key to my place.

Isabelle… Shit!

What is she doing here!? She's supposed to be away tasting one her flavors of the month. That's the way she refers to her suitors. Always rich, always handsome, always cultured, and always always generous.

Quickly I try to pull my body away from Magnus' but the door is already open and her high pitch squeal reaches me before I see her face.

"Alec! You won't believe wha-" she stops once she's laid eyes on us.

"Isabelle!" I plead "It's not what it seems," I said, simultaneously damning myself for lying.

"Oh it's definitely what it seems. You don't have to explain anything to me. I'm just glad you're finally coming clean with it," she said, smiling at Magnus. He wiggles his fingers in return.

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew! You're my brother. If you're happy, I'm happy."

I gave a small smile and looked over at my glittery lover lying on the carpeted rug with a blanket covering him. He examined his nails, I could see them sparkling from here.

"Well I see you're busy so I won't keep you. Call me later, okay," she says as she walks backwards out the door. She waves as Magnus and he throws her a wink.

I let out a deep sigh and look at the closed door.

"I didn't know she knew," I say. I just wonder how many other people know. How long have they known? Did they know before I knew?

Magnus makes a noise in the back of his throat and rolls his beautiful green eyes, "So what if she does know? It doesn't matter… I've told you this already."

"I know, it just makes me wonder. . ."

"It doesn't matter who else knows either, hun."

I nod, but I'm still unsure about it. I look over and see Magnus beginning to stand, the blanket falling off of him, exposing his glorious body to me. It's a site that never gets old and almost instantly, I feel myself hardening. His body is amazing, but I'm starting to wonder if it's more than his looks that makes him so appealing. He's so confident... so sure of himself, I need to become more confident if I'm going to be with him. The thought of becoming the insecure boyfriend puts a knot in my stomach.

He reaches for me and I take his hand.

"Where's the bathroom," he asks.

I nod my head towards the back and he leads me that way. He turns the shower on and sets the temperature. He steps in pulling me with him. He grins as he places a kiss on my lips and reaches for my body wash… he's the first person I've ever been willing to share body wash with. Usually when Isabelle showers here we fight over it, but I don't mind Magnus using it.

"So, tell me how you got into design," he says. We'd showered and he was standing in the middle of the pantry, looking at all the food I had available. His face was bare, with hardly a trace of glitter. I don't know that I've ever seen him with a bare face. Then again, I haven't known him very long.

I checked the noodles before responding, I'm cooking pasta. Growing up I cooked for Isabelle, Max, Jace, and myself all the time when our parents were out. Now though, I mostly cook for Isabelle and myself. That's okay, but it's nice to have someone else to cook for.

"Isabelle was always into fashion and being her little brother I was always her life size doll. My hair was long when I was a kid and she would put all her "designs" on me to try out. My father hated it. Thought it would turn me into a fruit cake."

I tried to laugh it off, but the truth is that the thought of disappointing my father is one of the reasons I haven't come out. My mother might be surprised, I doubt Jace would care, apparently Isabelle already knows, and Max wouldn't care either… my dad though, he's never exactly had good things to say about men who found love with other men.

"Little did he know you were already a kiwi and cherries," Magnus smirked.

"Despite that," I glowered, "I enjoyed watching her make clothes, I hated putting them on, but seeing her take fabric and make it into something was amazing to me. "

He nodded in understanding and grabbed a bottle of Riesling with two glasses. I smiled at his choice and continued flavoring my sauce before I mixed it in with the now al dente and drained pasta. I would put the shrimp in last. He stood on the other side of the counter watching, observing. I raise an eyebrow in question.

"I've never had someone cook for me," he said, with a slightly sad shrug.

I smiled at him as I turned down the heat and added the seafood.

"It's a hobby of mine. My sister can't cook and my brother Jace thinks a grill can cook anything, so it was up to me to make sure we didn't survive on take out and red meat."

I stirred the shrimp in the sauce and Magnus opened the wine and poured. I added the shrimp sauce to a bed of pasta. He grabbed the two bowls I set out as makeshift plates for our fancy meal. I grabbed the bottle of wine, along with my glass, and I brought it over to the den. He sat the food on the table before he went to sift through my movie collection.

"All you have is action movies," he whined.

"What's wrong with that," I asked. I'd never had complaints about it before, maybe because other than my siblings occasional visits, I never have company.

He shook his head and made a "tsking" sound as he went through my movie collection. I took a sip from my glass. He finally found something that suited his taste and put it in.

"Find something that you like," I teased.

"It will do," he said nonchalantly as the opening credits played.

It was one of the few romantic comedies that I did own. I shook my head. I should have known that those movies would catch his eye. Magnus seems like the romantic type, maybe I am too. We started to eat, and when he took the first bite he moaned out. I looked over at him, and he winked at me before nudging me with his shoulder.

"How is it that you're not taken," he squealed.

I laughed and continued eating, while trying not to let him see me fighting back a smile. I didn't want to think too deeply into what he was saying. I knew why I was still single, but I didn't want to think about it. Did I really want to accept who I was? Did I really have to admit it, ever? Was I ready for everyone to know? I just found out that my sister knew about me. Does Jace know? What about Mom, or Dad. Oh Heaven. I can't even think about it! In fact, thinking about it makes me nervous and it puts a knot in my stomach. I can't lie, sometimes I wish that I could have just been straight. I could have found a girl by now, I wouldn't be sneaking around in the shadows and living in fear of being found out.

I feel a small amount of pressure on my face and look over. Magnus pulls back and smiles. He places another kiss to my jaw and leans back. I let go of the breath I was holding and ignore my thoughts. I'm obsessing over something that shouldn't bother me. I can't think about it right now. Just worry about the now Lightwood. The now was green-eyed and smelled like my shower gel. The now was pretending to watch a movie, but really snuck glances at me whenever my head was turned. I looked down and blushed. This is the first time I've truly had company and I like it. It's not terrible in the least. I even wonder how a relationship would be with Magnus. I bet he's not demanding, or overly affectionate. Although I think I would be okay if he was.

I sit back on the couch and Magnus puts his head on my shoulder. I hesitate at first. Was this a sign? Are we starting something? My thumping heart and quick breaths were signs that I felt something, at least. But what did he feel?

Hopefully my pounding heart is not a heart attack. I can see it now. Local Designer Dies from a Heart Attack in the Arms of Glitter-Clad Lover. I internally shudder.

"You're thinking too much. Just let go, it's just us okay," he said reassuringly.

I sighed. He did have a point. It was just us here. Isabelle had already walked in on us. No one else would come in. I rested my head on top of his and he grabbed my hand. I squeezed his in response. Maybe this would be okay… as long as there weren't any heart attacks.

Thoughts?