Jace opens the door to the bungalow and sets the food down on the countertop quietly.

Grace comes in behind him and takes her shoes off in the foyer. "You're awfully quiet," she says, noticing his behavior.

"Oh sorry, Grace. I'm just thinking."

She shuts the door and comes over to give him a hug.

"What about?" Grace asks, arms wrapped around the front of his chest.

He sighs tiredly. "A lot lately."

Since she's hugging him from behind, Grace rests her chin on his shoulder. "Yeah? Well, stop thinking. We're on vacation, and all you're supposed to be thinking about is having fun." He didn't respond, and she worried. "Anyway, you seemed stressed."

"Well, a lot's changed."

"Yeah, I know. And I just want you to know that I am so happy for you with your relationship with Ben and Becca and how you've been getting along with them."

Jace smiles. "Yeah?"

She squeezes him. "Of course! It's huge how you're practically friends now. It means a lot to me."

"I'm glad I could make you happy," Jace says contritely.

"You always make me happy," Grace whispers in his ear, then releases him and announces that she's going to change.

Jace takes that opportune moment to call Ben. "Dude."

"Yeah."

"I'm setting the table right now," Jace says, placing forks and knives precariously on fabric napkins. He decided to reject the paper one that came with their meal and investigated cupboards for fancier ones.

"And?" Ben coaxes.

"AND I'm going to do it," he says.

There's a brief pause while Ben chokes on a beverage he was sipping, then he responds, "What the—Oh! So...why'd you call me?"

Jace understands Ben's assumption on how he interpreted his comment and backtracks. "That not—Oh by the angel." He sighs. "I am going to ask her to marry me."

"Oh." Ben nods his head on the other line. "So again, why did you call me?"

"I'm not sure how to. I have an idea of what to say, but not sure how to put it into words without her thinking I'm an idiot."

There's just silence until Ben says, "And? I have no experience with this. Say...what's on your heart," he tries.

Jace grimaces. "Who are you? Dr. Phil?"

"Hey, I'm trying to help you." He runs a hand over his face, thinking. "I don't know... just tell her how she makes you feel and all that crap girls like."

Thinking this was more appropriate to win him brownie points, Jace agrees. "Right. Okay, so, how's this? I like how you look without makeup on in the morning because you look fresh and I look fly—so that makes us perfect for each other?"

"Dude!" Ben exclaims. "That is so shallow! It has to be deep man, like, you love her and when you first saw her you knew she was the one and all that crap."

Jace sits down at the table, all the food finally arranged extravagantly on the table, and breathed in a deep, soothing breath. "Okay. When I first met you I knew that you were the one. I felt vulnerable when around you. Something that I thought was weakness at first. But then I realized as got to know you more that you actually made me strong. You filled the void living within me that I had no idea how to fill until you came along. Every time I'm away from you I feel like there's something wrong, something missing. I never realized how love worked until you showed me. I know that I am stubborn, but you took the time to care. Whatever you see in me I have no idea. I wish that I could see what you see in me, but I don't."

"Um...what else?" Jace asks, nervously bouncing his leg.

There's silence on the other line.

"What? Oh, God. It sucks, doesn't it?" Jace places his head in his hands, feeling doomed.

Finally Ben breathes, "Dude, I didn't know you were that deep." He takes a swing of soda. "You could write songs, man."

"Really?" Jace lifts his head. "What's the money in that do you think?"

Ben shrugs. "Probably pretty good, even better if you sing. You've got that look chicks dig."

Jace is appalled. "I do not sing."

"Well...it's still pretty good money…I think. Anyway, I think that pretty much covers it. Except don't forget the big question: Grace, will you marry me? It's pretty important."

"Right," he answers.

Feeling awkward, Ben decides to end the conversation knowing Jace was done needing help. "I think you're...ready to eat now, Jace. I've gotta go."

"Okay, thanks man."

"No problem. Later," he says. "Hey, Love, how was..." Ben hangs up.

Jace hangs up as well and stares at a plate in front of him, wondering why everything he knew told him that this was not a good idea, but everything inside told him it was.

Jace sighed and leaned back, thinking, "What the hell is up with you? You are a solo, a single warrior. You are destined to eventually die and die alone. What the hell are you doing?"

Just then, Grace comes out of the bedroom with a patterned skirt on, flats, and a cute sweater with a laced undershirt to match.

Seeing her reflection in the glass, Jace turns around to smile. "Hey."

Grace tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey." Without saying anything Jace comes over to take her hand and sat her down in a chair at the table.

"Wow," she says, slowly grinning noticing the candles. "Feeling sophisticated?"

Jace paces for a few seconds before running a hand through his hair and turning to face Grace. It looked like he was fighting with himself.

Her smile faltered. "You okay?" she asked. "You're not sick are you?"

"No. No, I'm fine." He kneels down in front of her, and takes Grace's hand.

She stares at him.

Jace clears his throat of the tension. "Alright, so we both know that I' horrible at saying what I really feel, so bear with me on this."

She silently nods.

Jace recited what he had just said over the phone to Ben, remembering everything perfectly. When he gets to the end he pauses, waiting, before he asks, "Grace, all I want to know is if you would like to marry me. Because everything I'm feeling right now...I mean it."

Grace is still staring at him, sort of shocked. "Oh my God," is all she can manage to say.

Jace's eyebrows knit together in concern and regret. "I knew this was going to ruin everything between us. Listen, Grace, I am so sorry."

Grace ignores his apology and pulls him to her kisses him—partly because she was so happy, and partly because she wanted him to shut up.

When they break apart Jace searches her face, "Is that a yes, then?"

She nods furiously. "Yes that's a yes!" She squeals and jumps into his arms.

Becca, hearing Grace's shriek, jumps up and rushes over to her bungalow to find both she and Jace wrapped up in an intimate and seemingly special embrace.

Becca suddenly bursts into the room. "Grace!" she shrieks. "What's wrong?"

Ben follows in closely behind after trying to stop her from possibly ruining the moment, which she had. "Sorry, man, I tried to stop her but she heard Grace scream and bolted."

They smile at them both and pull apart. It was then that Jace does one last thing. He reached into his back pocket for the ring he had bought earlier at the shop, held out his hand for Grace's, and slips it onto her finger right in front of their friends.

Becca's mouth drops open. "Wha—Oh. My. God. NO WAY! You're engaged?" she asks Grace.

Grace smiles lovingly up at him. "I am," she answers.

"Is it okay? Do you hate it?" Jace asks her.

Grace looks amazed that he would even ask her that. "No I don't hate it. It's perfect!"

He is persistent. "Are you sure you're okay with the diamond size?"

Grace rolls her eyes. "Jace, it's perfect. I don't care what it looks like, I just care that it came from you."

Becca squeals. "Aw, that is so sweet!"

"Oh boy," Ben says, and leans on a wooden support beam. At the same time, Ben claps his hand over Becca's mouth, although despite his efforts to salvage the moment, she keeps mumbling on and on from behind his hand.

Jace, relieved, leans his forehead on Grace's and looks into her sparkling eyes. "If you don't mind," he says, addressing Ben on his cue to leave, "we have some unfinished business to take care of."

Ben grins. "Go get 'em tiger." He drags Becca out the door and back to their bungalow with him.

Once the door is closed Jace picks her up wedding style and quite comically takes her into their suite, Grace laughing the entire time.

Becca is still mumbling to herself, obviously oblivious to Ben's hand over her mouth. When they arrive at their bungalow Ben removes his hand.

When he does, Becca explodes with a random to-do list about the wedding. "We have to get a florist, caterer..."

"Darling," Ben interrupts.

Becca doesn't hear him. "Secure a location for the wedding..."

"Becca…"

"Hire a minister, get a beautiful cake..."

"Becca," he says, more loudly.

"Find a dress and—"

Ben sighs and moved in fast to kiss Becca, effectively shutting her up. When they broke off, he kissed her forehead.

"Let's let the happy couple decide what they want to do, Love, okay?"

"But I..."

Ben pulls away and shakes his head. "The only butt I want to see is yours going to bed." He slaps her behind to get her moving, but she stays in one place, pouting.

"I need to plan!"

Ben gave her a stern look. "Let them decide if they want you to help. If they do, good, help them by all means. But if they don't then don't meddle. Got it?"

She frowned and said yes then went to bed.

When Ben got in he pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Good night, Love."

"Good night, Ben." And they drifted off.

When they woke up the next morning, Becca momentarily panicked at the arms around her, never having someone share her bed. Then she looked up and saw Ben's face. She relaxed a bit, and then remembered that Jace had proposed to Grace, her best friend, the night before.

She carefully wiggled her way out of Ben's arms without waking him and took a quick shower. She then fixed breakfast, her mind whirling with ideas for the wedding, in case she was wanted to help organize it.

All of a sudden Ben flew out of their bedroom looking around frantically like a crazy person.

"Ben, what's going on?" she asked him.

He looked towards her voice and breathed in a sigh of relief. "I thought something had happened to you when I woke up and you weren't in bed."

She smiled. "I'm obviously fine, sweetie. I made some pancakes if you're hungry."

She had fixed a stack of eight on a serving plate. When she went to put the next one on the stack they were all gone. She looked at Ben and he had the whole stack on a plate and was wolfing them down.

Becca smiled and raised an eyebrow.

Ben looked up at her. "What?" he said with his mouth full.

She just shakes her head and finishes making the pancakes. Becca quickly takes two and puts them on her plate before Ben grabs the rest and finishes them off.

Suddenly, when Ben finishes, he announces, "I'm going to get in the shower."

"Okay," Becca says distractedly, meanwhile thinking, "perfect. I'll run over to Grace and Jace's and see if they want help planning the wedding."

Before Ben leaves, he says, "Oh, and I'll be listening the whole time I'm in there and I had better not hear that door open. I don't want you to bother them."

He gave her a stern look and she huffed then sat on a chair, trying to figure out an escape plan.

The next morning Grace woke up with Jace, as usual. She was just about to get up as he rolled over and hugged his warm arms tightly around her.

Grace looks over at the alarm clock. "Jace, it's nine o clock"

"Yeah," he answered her groggily, his breath fluttering her hair.

"We need to get up," she told him insistently.

"Who says?" he responds, an idle smile playing on his lips.

She throws up her hands. "Gee. I don't know. The entire world?"

"Screw them, I'm on vacation."

Grace drums her fingertips on the satin sheet separating her thigh from the tropical, morning breeze. The large windows were open and she could see the sea from their window. It was unpopulated, and perfect. Grace sighed. "You know, Becca will probably be over here any minute with a million questions about last night."

At that, Jace's eyes popped open. "Oh, shit."

"Yeah. I suggest you...you know."

"Dispose of the evidence?" Jace finishes, wild-eyed.

She nods. "That and get a shower."

He leaps off the bed. "I'm on it."

Grace is about to get up, too when Jace pops his back in from the bathroom. "Oh, and if anyone asks, I was never here."

Grace was about to correct him in multiple ways when she decided to just let it slide. "Okay. Just hurry!"

She hears him jump into the shower and immediately turn on the water.

Grace then gets up to look at her hair in the mirror.

It is absolutely tousled. She blushes, thinking of the previous night and how it got that way. Grace inwardly groans and puts the clothes that she had on the previous night back on, practically going on an Easter egg hunt to find them scattered about the bedroom.

Grace spritzes herself with perfume and combs out the mass of waves as much as she possibly can before she enters the humidity and it actually consumes her head.

She wished she had dehumidifier. "Horrible," she says out loud, studying herself intently. Although her skin was aglow, eyes bright, everything else was a mess.

By now Jace is out of the shower and walks into the bedroom to get clothes of his own. "Was it really that bad?"

"What?" she asks him, not understanding his random question.

"Last night," he says lightly.

Grace laughs, and then shuts her mouth at seeing Jace's expression. "No! No, it was...wonderful. Um, I was talking about my hair. You kind of destroyed it."

"Me?" He points to his chest adorably.

"Yes, you," she says.

Finally, after humming an extremely long song Becca didn't recognize while waiting for Ben to get done in the shower, he got out and she bounced up and down, waiting for him to come out and say that they could go to their friends' bungalow. Thirty painfully long seconds later he came out.

"Ben," she whined. "Why aren't you dressed? We have to go!"

He looked at her like she was crazy. "We aren't going yet."

"Well obviously! You aren't...dressed," Becca trails off, her eyes going to Ben's strong, bare stomach, glistening from the shower's mist. A towel hung low on his waist.

"Um, Ben? Go put on some clothes."

"No. I'm more comfortable this way."

"Well I'm more uncomfortable."

Ben sighs and goes back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, your hair is kind of...fun—never realized how much before." He makes the sound of a cat purr and waggles his eyebrows.

"Yeah, well, you're lucky that I got the tousled look to go down, or else there would be two times more questions from Becca."

Jace shudders at the thought and walks into the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal. Grace follows and goes outside to dispose of their half-eaten dinners from the night before.

She sees Becca and Ben both walking towards her.

Becca excitedly jumps up and down waving while Ben rolls his eyes at her smiling. "Hey, Grace!"

"Hey, you guys. Come on in," Grace invites. She walks inside and Jace freezes while standing by their bedroom door that is wide open, exposing the bed still unmade and dirty.

She widens her eyes at him and he shuts it with his foot. Grace exhales the breath she was holding and turned towards her friends. "So, you guys hungry?"

"No," Becca says.

At the same time Ben answers, "Yes."

"Ben you just ate like twelve pancakes!" Becca slapped his arm.

"What? I told you before, I am a growing boy."

"But twelve? That's got to be a record."

Jace comes over to pat Ben on the back, "So, how'd it go? You two didn't have cover wars, did you?"

Ben's eyes widen and he shakes his head at him.

Becca looks at Ben, her eyes wide. "Did you tell them we were doing something? Because if you did I am kicking your ass for lying."

"Calm down. You two look like you've witnessed a murder."

Ben does a face-palm, and Becca glares at him.

"What'd you think I meant?" Jace asks.

Becca just gives him a look. "What you and Grace did last night."

Jace's mouth drops open and Grace reddens.

"What are you guys talking about? We didn't do anything. We just ate dinner and went to bed," Grace lies.

"Grace, I'm not stupid," Becca says flatly.

"Seriously," Grace says. She gives Jace a 'she's going to pound us with questions now' look.

Becca shakes her head. "Not buying it."

"Love," Ben sighs. "Leave them alone."

"Yeah, listen to your boy toy," Jace teases her.

Ben blushes deeply, looking uncomfortable.

"He's not my boy toy. We haven't even done anything."

"What did you tell him, Ben?" she asks, turning to him.

"Nothing! You know how he is, always vulgar and creative with the truth."

"Well he obviously heard something." Becca crossed her arms in front of her and fixed a stare on Ben.

"Honestly I didn't say anything!"

"He didn't say anything. This is all a misunderstanding. Jace and I both know that you two are not doing anything. He just likes to mess with your minds," Grace told them.

Jace is smirking while putting away the milk.

"Well then that's cruel," she says, glaring at Jace's back.

"Hey, you should be used to it by now," he says.

"Don't quote me, Herondale," Becca snarls.

"Okay! How about we all separate? Becca with me and Jace, you go with Ben. Okay?"

"Good. I need some time away from one them or someone will die," Becca sneers. She glares at them both, not sure why she's mad at Ben.

The girls sit on the deck chairs and Jace and Ben finally go check out the club surf shop.