AN: Thank you, everyone who has followed and favorite this story. It means a lot! And I do realize that this chapter is pretty short, but it just seemed to fit like this…
Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments characters in this story belong to Cassandra Clare.
The club is packed. Mainly with slutty girl wearing practically next to nothing. As soon as they spotted Jace, they really started moving their hips. I look up at Jace, expecting him to be looking at the girls, when I see that he's looking at me. His gold eyes are still dark as they look into my eyes. I see nothing but awe and…something else in his eyes. Something I can't place.
I look away from him to see Izzy and Simon pushing their way through the crowd towards us. Izzy looks at Jace and then scoffs, while Simon shouts over the music, "Wow, Clary, you look great. I'm going to go get water, want some?"
"I'll have some, and so will Clary. Jace want some? Yes? Great, go help Simon." Izzy dismisses the boys and I look at them, well, mainly Jace, and see the confusion on his face, but he still goes to help Simon. "He's such a douche," Izzy shouts.
"What? Who?"
"Jace, did you not see the look of pure lust in his eyes?" Izzy states while crossing her arms. "I wonder who he was looking at. Any ideas?" Okay…I'm starting to not like this conversation. Instead of answering her, I say, "I've got to go to the bathroom," and leave to go stand in the line to the bathroom while I mull over my newfound knowledge.
That was lust in his eyes? I- "Hey, baby. What's your sign?" I am pulled out of my thoughts by some asshole who thinks he's getting some tonight.
"Stop." I reply and he leaves with a disappointed look. Back to my sweet thoughts of Jace while this line moves slower than a snail. That couldn't have been lust in his eyes…could it? I wonder if Izzy was right. I know we stopped looking at each other as we saw Izzy and Simon, so it couldn't have been aimed at me…right? I- "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together." Great another douche bag.
"Oh, really? If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put F and U together," I respond and he laughs and grabs my arm. "You don't mean that, baby. Now come on let's get out of here," he pulls me away from the line with a bruising force and starts to walk away. I pull and tug, but I can't get loose. I'm about to scream for help when my arm is pulled out of his grasp and someone pushes me to the side so the man and him can stand face to face. Jace. The man dragging me away turns to grab my arm and instead grabs Jace's arm. Everyone around us is oblivious to what's happening. Way to help people!
I look at Jace and the man. Jace is a good 3 inches taller than the man and when the man looks up at Jace, he is met with angry golden eyes. Jace is glaring at him with enough force to melt steel. I am so happy that those eyes aren't aimed at me. "Don't touch her," Jace says, his voice low and dangerous.
The man is trying to intimidate Jace by standing taller and looking broader, meaning that he straightened his back and puffed up his chest. Jace doesn't look at all fazed by this as he says, "She's with me, now leave her alone."
"Oh, please. You are just going to do what I was going to do. Use her and then throw her away," the man says this with a satisfied look on his face, as if he's got Jace cornered. For a second, I start to believe him when Jace says, "That's where you're wrong…I love her."
My world stops moving. All I can see is Jace and it looks like the words he said have just caught up with him as well. He looks terrified, but he swallows hard and says, "Clary, I love you."
Do I love him? All my feelings are so strong towards him, even though we've only been dating for two months. I know I do.
"I love you too, Jace." He looks relieved and moves towards me like he's about to kiss me when I grab his hand and pull him into the storage closet. "What was that for, Clary?" he looks confused.
"Izzy is still out there…and I think we should say that again. You know, when we're not around everyone else." I am nervous as I say this, but Jace looks happy with my answer. He steps closer and puts a hand on my cheek. Involuntarily, I lean my head into his hand as he says, "I love you, Clarissa Morgenstern."
"I love you, Jace Herondale," I say and kiss him. Hard and passionate. I feel every ounce of love pour out of Jace and into his kiss and I do the same. My hands thread into his hair as his arms wrap around my waist. Soon we have to part for air and he leans his forehead on mine. "Can I say it again, or would that be too much?" he asks while laughing quietly. "Nothing is too much with you, and is it really cheesy if I say that I love how those words sound?" I ask.
"Never," he says and then adds, "I love you, Clary."
"I love you too, Jace," and then he leans in to capture my lips in another kiss. This kiss starts out slow and sweet, but gets harder and more passionate as we kiss. His arms tighten around my waist and my hands pull on his golden curls.
I have absolutely no idea how long we stood there, in our own little world, but I know my heart is in good hands. I trust him completely. With my heart and soul. I have fallen hard and fast. It seems he did too. My world is brighter now that he's in it. I could never go back to what I was before him. I now know happiness. Happiness that I never knew without him. I feel safer in his arms. I feel like the world can't hurt us when we are together. I never want to let him go.