2.You can still taste her toothpaste in your mouth.
YES [X] - NO [ ]
"Hey." Jace took his hurrying wife by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "Calm down."
She took a deep breath, nodding.
"What's wrong?"
She lurched into motion again, reminded of why she was in such a rush. "I'm late for work."
"Okay."
"Where's my coffee?"
"Right here." He handed her the cup.
She took it, leaning in and kissing him. She tasted like toothpaste and coffee, just like she did every morning.
He was greedy, leaning in for a second kiss, then a third, and a fourth...
She let out a small sound against his lips, slowly pulling away. "Jace, I can't. I have to go to work." She turned from him, heading in the opposite direction. He didn't let his grip on her arm go, though, and tugged on her wrist, stopping her. "Clary, hey..."
She turned to him, sighing. "Jace, if you don't let me go we're going to end up being homeless."
He tilted the right side of his lips up, knowing how it drove her crazy. "I was just going to say that I love you." He kissed the top of her hand before releasing it. She smiled, shaking her head as she backed away. "You are a mess. But I love you anyways." And with that, she was gone, a blur of red curls and freckles.