ok I really dont have much to say BUT I wont be updating as often cause I have a job (no not full time) but the hours are going up. Also being with friends. Ok guys enjoy, dont kill me for the tension!
Jaces POV
For the first time since I arrived at this apartment I had a full night of sleep. No memories or screams, just blissful sleep.
I woke up the same way I fell asleep, my head in Clarys lap and her hand tangled in my hair. I looked up at her, she was asleep sitting up with her head against the headboard. I knew that couldn't be comfortable.
I gently untangled her hand from my hair, I held it for just a second too long before I got up. When I stood up I saw just how uncomfortable Clary must be, her legs were still crisscrossed and her head was at a weird angle.
I carefully lifted her up and repositioned her in my bed, hopefully more comfortable. When I was pleased with how she was I went to my bathroom and started the shower.
As I pulled my shirt off I saw the scar that ruined me. It stretched all the way across my chest, jagged and uneven. It was ugly, that was the only way I could describe it. As I jumped in the shower I thought of last night.
The way she gently held my hand after she cleaned up my knuckle. Hand, hand, hand. I forgot about her wrist. Oh I feel horrible, in the heat of the moment (hehe) I had completely forgot about how I hurt her.
I jump out of the shower, threw my clothes on and rushed out to my bedroom to check on her. When I got there Clary was just sitting up in bed. "Hey Clary uh sorry if I woke you, I wanted to see if your wrist was ok"
She smiled at me and showed me her wrist, i was red and swollen and she flinched when I touched it. "its ok Clary you just twisted it, I have a wrap in my bathroom I'll go get for you"
When I came back Clary was laying back down, her eyes were closed. I didnt want to wake her up so I just looked at her. She looked so small, even though I was almost a full foot taller than her she was big, not in height but in strength. Seeing her asleep made her seem so childlike. Her face was clear of thought and stress.
I sat on the edge of my bed and shook her awake lightly. As she sat back up I gingerly took her wrist. I wrapped it tight but every time she flinched I rubbed my thumb over her wrist. When I was done her wrist was wrapped tight and I was left holding her hand.
After a couple seconds of us just looking at each other she cleared her throat and got up. Her face was bright red when she walked into the kitchen.
Clarys POV
As Jace wrapped my wrist he was so gentle it hurt only a couple times. Every time it did hurt he would softly rub my wrist until it felt better. When he was done he kept holding my hand, then he started looking at me and I kept looking at him. After we had a "moment" I turned away and trying to avoid the awkwardness I got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen.
I looked at the clock in the oven crap its 11:27 how could I have slept that long, Isabelle is going to be here in 4 hours, i need to clean. I turned around to see Jace standing in the door way to his room. "Hey uh Clary thank you, for last night. I.. I.. I haven't slept for days and telling you that, it uh" he stuttered "hey Jace its fine I understand, its good to tell people that"
He smiled and turned to his room shutting the door. I turned to the cabinets and got out ingredients for chicken salad. I started cutting up the chicken when Kace walked out in a fresh t-shirt and jeans, he walked behind me and grabbed some of the chicken breast. I hit his hand away and he smiled with food in his mouth. I scoffed "Jace we have a visitor coming over at 3:00 be ready."
"Uh Clary are you sure you should do that, what about last night" he looked unsure. "Jace its fine, this person knows about you and what you've gone through. I thing it'd be good is you saw them" I couldn't see him but I could practically feel him tense up. "Jace I promise you will be fine, now im going to go shower, can you finish cutting the chicken up"
As I walk to my room I turn back and see Jace gingerly holding the knife with three fingers. I walk back to him "Clary im sorry, really. It just it reminds me of cutting Simons clothes when he was shot". He looked so helpless holding that knife, like he was a 7 year old who is facing someone who has a gun.
"Jace its ok here I'll help" I place my hand over his and start cutting the chicken with him. His hands are slightly shaking under mine so I tighten my grip on them. Soon he is doing it on his own without shaking. I debate taking my hand away but his is just so soft and gentle. What am I thinking! I need to stop this! I pull my hand away faster than I should. When Jace looks at me I just shake my head and rush to my room.
I change into a soft green blouse and skinny jeans. When i walk out Jace is mixing it all in a large bowl. We put it in the fridge and I look at the time 2:08, we have about an hour so I suggested that we watch TV.
We sit on the small couch how we always do. Hips shoulders and knees touching, but right now it feel. Better like I havent really paid attention till now. Soon there is a knock on the door. I get up and Jace follows, his hand twisting around each other.
I placed one hand on his arm. I turned to the door and opened it. Inside I see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and one of the tallest men other than Jace I have ever come in contact with.
who wants to guess who the guy is!