Cary, hic, I mean Clary chapter 8
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I laid in his arms looking out the window in the middle of the night. I listen to his quiet snores and cuddle up closer for his warmth while I pull the blankets tighter around me. My thoughts are rerunning conversations we have had in the past. I can't read him well. I don't know if this is the start of a relationship or a one night stand. I do know I'm happy right now.
I muffle a sneeze but my body jerks too hard and I have awoken him. I feel his arm squeeze around my middle.
"Hmm?" I say.
"You up?" asked Jace with a voice full of sleep.
"Yeah." I answer.
"Can't sleep?" asked Jace.
"Don't want to, I just want to rest in your arms." I answer in all seriousness.
"Hmm, nice." said Jace.
"It is so much more then nice Jace. The winter moonlight has a new meaning for me after tonight. I no longer look for ambiance around the room. There is no room in my field of view, just you. When I eat I can't distinguish texture and the food has no taste. An alcoholic drink holds no power over me, you are my addiction. I think I must still be breathing, I can focus on the act, but my heart can skip a beat when you touch me.
I feel a bit lost in this plane of love. Please hold my hand, be my guide, I feel like we are flying. In return, I offer my love, no kite strings attached." I finish my impromptu monologue and turn around to face Jace. I look and find my sleeping prince and wonder if any of what I said went in.
Good night.
