Yes, Clary and Jace are pretty much officially back together.

And someone thought that the last chapter was like the calm before the storm. The storm is definitely coming, and I can't wait for you to read it!

Love you guys :) Just wanted to tell you.

Two weeks, four days, and three hours. That's the amount of time that Clary has spent away from Jace at this point, and it wasn't getting any easier. If anything it was getting harder.

Nothing helped either, other than talking to him the few chances that she got. Her mother's insistences on having Luke around everywhere made Clary feel more alone than ever. Jonathan was always off doing his own thing and working. He got a job when he realized being at home was the most awful thing in the world. Watching someone flirt and kiss with her mom wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing for her at the moment.

If only Jace had a bit more time for her. But he didn't. Something in California had him busy every single day, even on Christmas Eve like today. He texted her earlier that morning, saying he'd call before she had to go to bed and that was the end of it.

It was draining her.

She dropped her paint brush tiredly, sinking forward in her seat in putting her head in her hands. Almost instantly her phone started ringing, and her heart jumped.

"Hello?" she asked hurriedly.

"Hey, girlie," Isabelle chimed. "You're chipper for once."

Clary deflated almost instantly. "Don't take this the wrong way, Izzy, but I thought you were Jace."

"Sorry to disappoint you. Still forgetting to check caller ID, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop laughing at me."

"I'm not," Isabelle said with all, complete realness. "I'm worried about you two. Is he still being dodgy and shady?"

"Now more than ever," Clary sighed, standing from the chair. She began pacing across the covered, hardwood floor of her mother's studio. "He's just being so… secretive. He refuses to talk about himself at all, which isn't anything new, but this is different. He won't even discuss his cockiness for once. It's just… empty."

"Still the same ten minute conversations?"

Clary sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers and closing her eyes. "Yes. He calls and all we do is talk about me. It's like he's trying to make sure I'm okay, which I'm not but that's beside the point. Then he has to go before I can ask him anything. It's frustrating as hell."

"Maybe you just need to let him do this, then," Isabelle pointed out. "If he's being quiet about something, I'm sure he has good reason to."

"You think?"

Isabelle laughed once. "Clary, he said he loves you. That is a huge step for both of you, and I doubt Jace would do anything to harm you or upset you on purpose. He's got to have a reason."

She stepped up to the window, leaning against the side and looking out over the front yard. She needed the wall support at this point. "What reasons?"

"I don't know," said Isabelle. "But he'll tell you when he can. His dad is probably hovering all the time and making him do this and that, so he's probably swamped with work as it is."

"I just want this break to be over."

"I know. Me too. I miss you guys like crazy."

Clary looked back at the door that led to her family. She'd much rather be around her school family, for sure. "Tell me about it."

They talked for a bit longer before Isabelle had to go and help her mom cook for their Christmas Eve dinner. Clary laughed when Isabelle yelled something about accidental food poisoning before hanging up and sinking back down on the windowsill.

The rest of the morning was spent in her own, private space surrounded by paintings. Luckily, Clary was at least able to paint something other than Jace to get her mind off of him. But it didn't stop the slight nagging in the back of her head. She found little bits of him in her artwork that would only bring back more and more thoughts of him, even when she tried not to. It was aggravating.

"Are you ever going to leave this place?"

She turned her head to find Jonathan in the doorway, leaning against the frame in his red sweatshirt and blue jeans. He eyed the paintings and drawings that she'd done lately with a suspicion.

She shrugged and turned back to the window. "I don't really enjoy watching mom and Luke. I'd rather be alone."

"I don't blame you." He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it. "It's weird, you know? Christmas without Dad is just… strange."

Clary nodded. "Remember when Dad used to wake us up every Christmas Eve with that stupid blow horn of his?"

"Yes," he smiled. "And that stupid lecture about not being greedy and all that crap. But then he'd turn around and say that not everyone deserved the things that we got, including us." He chuckled and shook his head. "Even when he was an asshole, he was a genuine asshole that at least gave us what we wanted."

It was like it was embedded in her memory. "God. He made us feel like shit and then give us the coolest shit to make up for it."

"And Luke is just too damn nice," Jonathan added. He looked down, kicking out at a paintbrush that was by his feet and watching it slide across the floor. "Sometimes, it gets on my nerves. I feel like he'd smile and buy expensive shit, just because that's who he is."

"He's not that bad. But I just wish that he wouldn't give Mom those stupid puppy dog eyes and act like our father when he's not."

Jonathan was quiet, watching her stare out the window before giving her a strange look. "You like him?"

Clary sighed. "Maybe. He's not so bad, but he's just not what we're used to."

"He's nothing like we're used to," Jonathan agreed, "And I don't like that. I know how to handle a harsh father that tells me exactly how it is and how it's going to be. Dad was like that. Luke has this theory that people should make their own decisions."

The chuckle that escaped Clary was inevitable. She stood from the window and crossed her arms, studying the appalling look her brother's face. "Is that so bad that he's different?"

"Yes."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Just be civil with him."

"I am!" He raised his arms and dropped them dramatically. "But come on! He's… lame."

"Lame?" Clary teased.

"Yes. Lame. He likes books and shit about werewolves and vampires and thinks that Star Trek Wars is the greatest thing ever." He looked at Clary with expectancy. "You can't tell me that's not the lamest shit ever."

"Oh my God," Clary exclaimed, dropping her head to her hands before lifting it again. "It's Star Wars and Star Trek."

"What?"

"They're two different things," she explained, sounding oddly like Simon. "Star Trek is different from Star Wars."

Jonathan waved his hands in his face. "I don't even care. All I know is Mom giggles like a teenager when he's being an idiot and it's fucking annoying." He glared at the floor like it was the material's fault, looking like a pouting child.

Clary moved towards her brother with an amused smirk. "Just grit your teeth and try to get through the next forty-eight hours, okay? I'm not happy about it either. Just pretend their affection isn't the most disgusting thing you've ever seen."

"It isn't," he said, stepping out of the way to open the door.

She froze, giving him a strange look. "What is then?"

"You and the asshole are more sickening than Luke and Mom any day of the week," he teased with a wink before slipping out the door.

"So Clary, your mom told me you've got some paintings heading toward London. That sounds exciting."

Great, he wanted to talk to her now. Throughout the entire Christmas Eve dinner, she and Jonathan had been able to talk minimally and avoid much eye contact. They mainly spoke to each other, teasing here and there to keep their mom happy but now that Luke was talking to her, she'd have to talk back.

She glanced up from cube steak, attempting a smile and nodded once. "Um, yeah, my art teacher knows some people and sent it in."

Luke smiled and it honestly reminded her of a puppy. Something about him was just puppy-like. The way he smiled, laughed, and acted wasn't cute, but loyal-like. If that even makes sense. He was simple, dressing in simple clothing like Simon always does, but it was hard to hate him for trying to take her father's place. The more she got to know him, the easier it was to be somewhat nice to him.

Maybe that was a good thing. If he was trying, she'd have to try too. And maybe her mom would get off of her back if she finally started to act like a normal person.

"I haven't heard back yet," she continued, looking down and poking at her food again. "So I don't know how well it's actually going to go."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Luke insisted. "Jocelyn told me you're even better than her, so I can only imagine how amazing you are."

"I'm going to be sick," Jonathan announced, sliding his chair back and stepping out of his seat. Clary saw in his eyes how annoyed he was with Luke's attempts to be kind all night. She guessed now he finally snapped. "I'll be in my room."

The three watched him leave and storm up the stairs. Once the door slammed shut, Jocelyn sighed and put her head in her hands.

Luke rubbed her back, giving her a concerned look. "Don't worry about it, Jocelyn. Now, Clary," he turned his attention back to her, who's eyes widened a bit at the upcoming question. "What was this painting that everyone was so hyped up about?"

She took a bit of her steak to give her some time to think. Telling him about Jace would mean her mother would start probing about their relationship even more. That would lead to more explaining, and no doubt that Luke would be curious.

She finally swallowed and met Luke's blue eyes. "Just a little something that we made in class. It wasn't that big of a deal."

"Come on," Luke insisted. "I'm curious."

"Um," Clary hesitated. Her mother had looked up and now she had two curious eyes on her. She glanced at her mother and answered. "It was of Jace."

"Jace?" Luke asked.

Jocelyn gave her a strange look. "You two weren't dating then, were you?"

The last thing she wanted to do was talk about she and Jace to her mother and her mother's boyfriend, but Clary knew better than to try to get out of it. "Kind of?"

"Kind of?" Jocelyn repeated.

"It wasn't anything official yet. We were just hanging out and talking."

Luke leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes showing all sorts of curiosity. "Where is Jace now?"

"California," Clary mumbled with a depressed sound.

"Whoa," Luke whistled. "That's… quite a distance."

"I figured that out on my own, thank you very much."

"Clary," her mother warned. "Be nice."

She sighed. "Sorry. This just sucks."

"How did you paint him?" Luke asked.

It was like she knew exactly what Luke was doing and glanced up, giving him a strange look. His eyes showed more than she expected. He knew that she didn't want to talk about it, so he was changing the subject but not completely alerting Jocelyn of it. Clary actually felt something like a thank you stir in her mouth before she caught it.

Instead, she just nodded and head in thanks and answered. "The point of the project was–"

She was cut off by the sound of her phone. She reached down and pulled it out of her pocket, her eyes widening when Jace's name was staring back at her.

Her mother sighed and Clary glanced up, a begging look in her eyes. "We'll talk later," Jocelyn smiled, waving Clary away. "Go talk to him."

It took ten seconds for Clary to sprint up the stairs and close her door, jumping on her bed like a teenager.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe," Jace said through the phone, but there was a hint of sadness in it. "How are you?"

Clary rolled over to her back, staring at the ceiling. "Okay, I guess. I just got done having dinner with Luke, my mom, and Jonathan."

"How'd it go?"

"Alright. Jonathan stormed out because Luke was being too nice. That's nothing new. But we were actually talking pretty decently before you called."

"Oh. Um, maybe I should call you later than?"

She felt that panic again every time he tried to find an excuse to leave. "Jace?"

"Yeah?"

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, wanting to ask the question but not wanting to hear the answer. "Are you… tired of me or something?"

"What?" he asked quickly. "What gave you that idea?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said with a hint of an attitude. "Maybe the fact that you barely call, and when you do call you hang up after five minutes because you have something better to do. And you always choose the first moment to bolt from the conversation and leave me here. Just, you know, that's where I got the idea."

Jace was quiet for a long time before he sighed loudly. "You don't understand, Clary."

"Because you won't talk to me."

"It's not easy to talk about."

"Just tell me. Since when do we keep secrets?"

"I'm just trying to make this easier for you," he mumbled with a depressed tone in his voice. She could hear his heavy breathing and pictured him with his head in his hands. He always did that when he was distressed. "I just… I don't know how to tell you."

"Are we…" she paused, feeling a tear fall down her cheek slowly, "Are we breaking up again?"

Nothing but silence was a good enough answer for her.

"And you can't just be a man and tell me?" she demanded, feeling an anger course through her. "You can't just say that you're over me, that you don't care anymore? Instead you drag me along half of my Christmas break and leave me miserable Christmas Eve?"

"I didn't say that because I don't want that." His voice was barely above a whisper at this point.

"Then what do you want, Jace? Because I'm a little confused here."

"It's… everything."

Clary's breath hitched. "What?"

"Yeah," Jace chuckled without as much as a hint of amusement. "A lot of shit has happened that's hard for me to talk about. And I don't know how to say it over the phone. Normally I leave because all I want to do is cry and punch something, so instead of taking my anger out on you and I go to the gym until I pass out. That's why I've been distant."

She slowly sat up, pulling her legs to her chest. "And now?"

He was quiet another moment. "Can I video call you? I want to see you."

It took them a few minutes to figure it out, but eventually Jace's beautiful, golden face popped up on her laptop screen.

He wasn't smiling and the dark circles around his eyes were more evident than the last time. HIs shirtless torso had countless bruises and she thought she saw a few cuts as well. It looked like he'd been picking fights or something, and the thought made her gasp.

"What is it?" he asked quickly, leaving forward at the expression of shock she was emitting.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm not going to freak out," she breathed, calming herself and rubbing her hands over her face to relax. It didn't help. "What the hell happened to you?"

He gave her a confused look before looking down at himself. "Oh, that. My dad and I have been sparring lately, so I get pretty banged up sometimes."

"Sparring?"

"Like fighting," he explained. "You know how karate kids fight each other for training?"

She did. She's seen enough movies to figure that much out. "But why have you and your dad been fighting?"

Jace leaned back and chewed on the pen that somehow found its way into his hands. "We've both been on edge lately, so we figured that it was a good stress release. We beat the shit out of each other instead of hurting other people that might actually sue us. Especially who the people actually are."

"Logical," Clary mumbled sarcastically. "What's been stressing you out?"

"A lot of things actually." He paused and glanced away before looking at her against through the screen. "But with my dad, he's been asking some things of me, lately."

Clary cupped her hand in her chin, staring at him until her eyes started hurting but she didn't speak. He'd tell her when he found the words.

She thought he did when he opened his mouth to talk, but he just closed it again. He shook his head, pulling at his hair. "God, I hate this."

"Hate what?" she asked. She couldn't help herself.

"How hard this is. I just wish I could tell you but it's impo – it's hard to say and I – God, I hate this."

All she wanted was to suddenly be with him. She wanted to hold him and rub his back and tell him that it would be okay. She couldn't see that happening though. All she saw was the pain that he was causing himself when he was over a thousand miles away and she couldn't do a thing about it except watch.

"Jace?" she asked softly, feeling an idea that she didn't like pop into her head. He lifted his eyes to hers. They were shining with unshed tears. "He's asking you to stay, isn't he?"

Her boyfriend swallowed and slowly nodded. "Demanding, actually. A few people are."

"Why?"

"Why is my Dad asking?"

She nodded, attempting to hold back the tears that wanted to find their way to the surface.

Jace dropped his head. "Because of you."

Clary recoiled. "What? Me? What did I do?"

"He doesn't want me to get hurt like how my mom hurt him all those years ago. My dad thinks you're bad news, no matter how hard I try to tell or show him otherwise. He's never trustworthy of females and the love and affection I have for you is a bad thing according to him. He's… hesitant."

Speechless. Confused. Hurt. And broken. Those were the feelings that she was having course through her at the moment, slowly and then having them crash down on her all at once.

"He gave me a choice the other day."

Clary felt a twinge of hope. "A choice?"

He tilted his head back and forth. "Yes and no."

"I'm confused."

"I've been trying out with a soccer team out here," he explained. "Have you heard of the L.A. Galaxy?"

Her eyes almost bugged out of her head. "You're playing with professionals?"

Jace laughed at her gently and nodded. "My dad knew the manager. I've been so busy because they train like crazy out here. And when I wasn't training, I was normally exhausted. I didn't mean to seem like I was avoiding you, but I was normally just falling asleep because I was so tired."

For the first time in a long time, she felt like a complete idiot. She leaned forward on her chest, dropping her head to the wood and cursing at herself. "That explains a lot, actually."

"I thought it would. But that's not the good thing."

She perked up. "It's not?"

He shook his head, his golden eyes filled with sadness. "My dad made the manager a deal, one that I'm not supposed to be able to refuse."

"Which is?"

"Stop school and play here in the spring. And if I'm good enough, they'll keep me permanently."

"P – permanently? Meaning?"

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, something she found so attractive on him. "Yeah. Which means I won't be coming back."

No more Jace? Clary's heart pounded in her chest at the thought. Going to the games next year without Jace. Sleeping in her room without Jace. Eating in the cafeteria without Jace. It was the little things, those little things that really freaked her out. She wanted nothing but Jace, and now she was getting everything but him.

But there was still hope. "You mentioned a choice, right?"

He nodded, looking down at his lap. "It's not a great one. I can either stay here and play, or go back to school." Clary's heart lifted. "But," he added, "My dad refuses to pay for any more of my schooling. And I don't know if I can afford the college without his help. And he knows that."

Clary deflated like a popped balloon. "So… it's not a choice at all."

Jace shook his head. "Now do you know why it was so hard to tell you?"

"What does this mean for us?" she asked, meeting his virtual, golden gaze.

"I don't know," he whispered in defeat. "If I can find a way to stay at school, then maybe we can be together still. But if I'm across the country for the next six months, then…"

He continued in a solemn tone but Clary wasn't paying attention anymore. She couldn't. All she could think of was how sucky the rest of the break was going to be without knowing she was going to see him again. Hell, she might never see him again now.

Against her will, the tears started to try to push through to the surface. Clary refused to show them and wiped them away quickly, catching Jace's worried gaze.

"I'm sorry," he cried, wiping his own, distressed face. "I've only done horrible things to you and I'm messing up even more now. I can't tell you how sorry I am, Clary. I could tell you a thousand times and it would never be enough."

Her voice was caught and she couldn't speak. She dropped her head, pressing her forehead to her forearms and praying that this was all just a nightmare.

"And I can't even come back for the summer," he added, making things ten time worse. "My dad called the Knoxville coach and told him I wasn't interested in the summer league anymore."

Great. No Jace in the spring. No Jace in the summer. No Jace in the fall. And no Jace in the winter season.

That was the most heartbreaking thing that Clary had ever heard. "This sucks," she cried in to her arms, shaking her head and wiping her tears on her skin.

"I know, and I'm so sorry for causing all this on you. I'm a shit boyfriend."

"It's not your fault."

"A lot is my fault actually," he mumbled, dropping his head to his hands.

"I love you," she said, looking through bloodshot eyes to find him. "None of this is your fault."

"But–"

She shook her head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," she stated, giving her best attempt to stop the crying. "I just want to talk like we used to at school okay?"

It was obvious that Jace hesitated, but he nodded nonetheless, giving her a worried glance. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything."

Merry Christmas, Beautiful. I want you to not worry about everything that I said last night. There's plenty trying to pull us apart, but I still love you. I'll always love you, and I don't ever want you to question that. You're the most important thing in my life, and I don't ever want you to doubt that, so enjoy today and stop being the worry-wart that I know you are. And Jonathan has something for you that I sent him, so get to stepping ;)

That was the text that Clary woke up to that cold Christmas morning. She didn't even fix her hair or glance in the mirror at all before she bolted to Jonathan's room. She swung the door open, finding him in a towel as he stepped out of the bathroom.

He yelped and jumped back, his eyes widening. "What the hell, Clary? I'm naked."

"You have a towel. Calm down, Drama Queen," she claimed. "Jace told me you have something for me."

"It's always about Jace, isn't it?"

Clary couldn't help the blush and the smile that came with every thought of him. "Obviously."

Jonathan sighed and dropped his hand from his hair. "Jesus, see? You two are more disgusting than Mom and Luke by far," he complained. He still stepped up to his desk, taking out a small box wrapped in cute, snowman paper and tossing it to her. "Here."

She wasted no time ripping the paper off and popping open the box. It looked to be a ring box, but inside was hollow, with nothing but a small slip of paper.

"What is it?" Jonathan asked curiously, stepping closer.

She pulled out the paper and shrugged, dropping everything else to the floor.

Her brother rolled his eyes. "Sure, make a mess on my floor. I don't care or anything."

"It's an address," she said with a confused expression, reading the slip of paper three times to make sure it was right. "What the hell is an address supposed to do?"

"I don't know," Jonathan said, gently pulling the paper form her hands. He examined it with a similar look that she had before flipping it over, his eyes widening in realization. "There's a time two. You're supposed to go tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

He nodded and showed her the slip. "Yup, tomorrow. He's being all secretive and shit. That's kind of amusing."

"My, my, Jonathan," Clary chimed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were taking a liking to my boyfriend."

He smirked with a very Jace-like smirk and sat on his bed, leaning back on his hands. "He has his perks." To make a point, he reached over to his desk and grabbed what looked to be a brand-new Swiss army knife. It was one that probably cost a fortune and Clary's eyes widened. "You're not the only one he gave a present to."

Clary eyed the knife that her brother now twisted in his hands warily. "Um… You with a knife makes me nervous."

He chuckled and placed it back on the nightstand. "He's been talking to me about the Christmas thing lately. So I told him that in order for me to help him with you, I wanted something in return."

Clary laughed and took the seat by her brother. "Of course. Why would you do anything out of the goodness of your heart?"

He tapped her nose lightly. "Exactly. Now you get it."

"But since when do you two like, talk and shit?"

Jonathan looked embarrassed now, something that rarely happens. "I kind of stole his number from your phone to give him a firm talking to at the beginning of the break. I had to play the dad part since… well, you know."

Despite the subject of her father, it was nice knowing that her brother felt the protection over her to do that. She leaned over and pecked his cheek lightly. "Thanks, Jonathan."

He smiled but then turned stern immediately. "Don't let anyone know about that, got it? I can't let Luke think I've gotten soft or anything."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Naturally. You still want to be the bigger man, huh?"

"Always. Now leave. I want to get dressed without my sister lurking about."

She realized exactly what he meant when she remembered he was in a towel and jumped up, gripping her paper tightly. "Right, I'll just…" she pointed to door and headed that way before Jonathan called her back just as she swung open the wood. "Yeah?" she asked, turning in the doorway.

He was standing and smiling at her now. "Merry Christmas, little sister."

"This is it?"

Clary stared up at the building before her in shock and awe. For one, it was way to classy and expensive for her to walk in there dressed in jeans, boots, and a hoodie. For two, how Jace was able to afford something like this was something completely different. And for three, the point of going to this length for her was a little extreme.

She felt like she should have on a designer dress with a Gucci purse and her hair done. This was the time when she wished that she had Isabelle's closet. That girl knew how to dress for the Queen, while Clary dressed to go to soccer fields.

For the third time, she glanced down at the address to know it was right before taking a deep breath and walking in with her head very, very, very low.

"Um, excuse me?" she asked the lady at the counter, trying her best to blend into the floor that cost more money than her entire house.

The girl looked up and her eyes widened with recognition. She pointed a finger at her with a smile. "You're Clary, right?"

She swallowed. "Y – yes. How do you know my name?"

The blonde, beautiful girl before her smiled and held up a picture of Clary, one that she knew very well. She was smiling at the soccer field, a notebook in her hand as drew on the pages. Jace was holding the camera that day, sneaking the picture without her knowing..

Clary pointed to the picture in awe. "How the hell did you get that?"

"Your boyfriend, I'm guessing, showed up an hour ago. Here." She reached into her desk and pulled out a card, handing it to Clary. "Penthouse on the eighteenth floor. Room 1803. And he told me to give you this."

Jace was here? Holy shit, Jace was here. That explains a lot. She looked up to the ceiling, wondering what the hell possessed him to travel across the country on such short notice. Had he lost his mind?

Clary took the red rose hesitantly from the girl after a few seconds of blank, awkward staring. "Thanks."

But when Clary didn't move, the girl just laughed and shook her head. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. With the short, ten minute conversation I had with him, I can promise you that you are going to have nothing but a good time. That boy cares about you."

"Yeah," Clary smiled, backing away towards the elevator. "I know."

The elevator went way too slow for Clary's liking. Each time it dinged at a new level was another tap of her foot. If she wasn't tapping her foot, she was pacing. If she wasn't pacing, she was biting her nails. She's never been so nervous to see someone, and she was internally panicking.

It wasn't because of what she was expecting to happen. She was more worried about what would happen after that initial meeting. When they had to part at some point.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door. The card twisted in her hand, once, twice, and a third time before she finally slid it in. It beeped and the light turned green. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.

The place was massive and expensive and… she didn't seem to care about any of that. She didn't care about the giant wall that was made of glass. She didn't care about the tile or furniture. She scanned the giant living room for Jace, but didn't see him anywhere.

She shut the door behind her. "Jace?"

"Clary?"

That voice. It did strange, delicious things to her when it wasn't drained out by electronic static. She sprinted forward and rounded the corner to the left hallway just as he slid to a stop in the doorway.

There he stood. In the flesh. After almost three weeks, there he was. His chest was bare. Everything about him seemed a little more defined since he'd been working with the Galaxy team in California. She could see it in his pecks, in his abs, in his calves that weren't covered by his gym shorts.

God, she was in way over her head and hated the fact that she loved it.

He smiled when her eyes finally met his golden stare. "You going to stand there and stare all day?" Then he opened his arms and tilted his head. "Or you going to get over here?"

Time for fun :) what you think will happen between the two lovebirds? Prepare yourselves for alone time with those two!

And there are no snippets this time. I don't want to give anything away, and everything in the next chapter is important. Even one sentence is important and I don't want you to know yet ;) Sorry, not sorry.

So review and see if you can guess what's so crazy about the next chapter! If you do... whoa. I'll be impressed. Very, very impressed.

Stay tuned!