I still don't own TMI or Jace, despite my wishes. I just wanted to remind you all, this story is rated M, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I should warn you that it only gets hotter from here. I hope you all like this chapter. Thank you for the reviews, they really give me the motivation to continue with this story.

We were sleeping, when suddenly Jace rolled over to face me, my back to him, and ran his hand down the curves of my body. Everywhere his hand grazed tingled.

"Clary," he whispered before kissing my neck lightly. His touch set me afire as I rolled over to look at him. His arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me closer to him until our hips were touching. I gasped at the feeling of him against me. He raised his head, looking at me with a heated gaze for a few seconds before lowering his lips to mine. And it was magic. His lips were soft and full against mine. Suddenly, his tongue was running along the seam of my lips, begging me to open them. I did so willingly, eager to taste him. He tasted like mint… fresh and clean.

I moved closer, rolling Jace onto his back and climbing onto him. Straddling his hips, I ran my hands along his bare chest. His hands slid under my tank, running over my ribs and reaching the underside of my breasts, touching them tantalizingly lightly. I dragged my aching, wet core along Jace, reveling in the hardness between his legs rubbing me in exactly the right place through our thin sleep clothes. Jolts of pleasure ran through me. His hand made their way to my erect nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly. The tension in the pit of my stomach was growing.

"Jace," I moaned in ecstasy.

"Clary," he replied before kissing me deeply, shifting his hips and making me groan into his mouth with the new angle. The clothes had to come off, now. The heat was unbearable, yet I couldn't get enough. "Clary, Clary…" he whispered.

I woke up heaving. Gold eyes were staring into mine with an odd look I couldn't quite place. It took me a minute to calm down and regulate my breathing before I spoke. "What, what's wrong?" I asked Jace, trying to forget how completely aroused I was at that minute.

"I don't know, you tell me. You were moaning and tossing and turning. I thought maybe you were sick so I tried to wake you up. But then, well, you mumbled..." he trailed off. Crap, he knew. And then he smirked at me. The bastard smirked. "You said my name. Well, actually, you moaned my name."

"Don't flatter yourself, golden boy." I could feel the flush rushing into my face. Thank god it was dark.

"Hard not to when a beautiful girl was dreaming about me," Jace replied. He moved impossibly closer, making my breath hitch. "What were you dreaming about, Clare?" His hand lit a fire on my body as it trailed down my arm and rested on my hip. His lips were so close to mine that I could nearly taste them. I closed my eyes for a second before putting my hands on his chest.

Then I pushed him so hard that he lost his balance and fell off the bed with a huff. Leaning over the bed to look at him, I couldn't help the laugh that escaped as I saw his shell-shocked expression cut through the darkness of the room. "Fuck you," I said.

"I know you want to," he replied before crawling back into the bed. "And I'm just saying… I'm not opposed to that." I rolled my eyes, faced away from him, and tried to go back to sleep, pointedly ignoring the throbbing between my legs.

A few hours later, I woke up again. I was warm all over. There was a weight over my waist. As I regained consciousness, I realized that Jace was nuzzled next to me. We were fucking spooning. His chest was against my back and our legs were all tangled together. His arm was flung over my hips, his hand rested on my stomach. I rolled over in his arms, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a few minutes. I couldn't deny that he was beautiful… all hard muscles and sharp angles. But more than that, he was a friend. And that was scary – I could see myself actually caring about him. Damn him. Burying those emerging feelings deep, I shook Jace's shoulder gently.

"Jace," I whispered. "Jace!" He jerked awake, a terrified expression on his face. Then he realized we were cuddling and he looked just about as horrified as I felt when I realized I'd enjoyed it. Almost as horrified.

"What the fuck, Clary!" he screamed as he pushed away from me. I immediately noticed the loss of warmth. I missed it, which shocked me. I am by no means a cuddler. I prefer my own space. But lying with Jace had been… comfortable.

"Sshhhh," I hissed, slapping his bare shoulder, not letting my feelings get in the way of handling the situation. "My parents are probably still sleeping. You need to get up; we've got stuff to do this morning. We're supposed to meet the crew for breakfast." Jace yawned loudly, right in my face. "Ugh, your morning breath is disgusting…" I complained, grimacing.

He laughed his stupid, charming laugh. "Yours isn't exactly wonderful either, babe… but I did love snuggling." Again, I slapped his shoulder before getting up to get dressed. I heard Jace moving behind me and assumed he was doing the same.

Minutes later, we headed downstairs to grab some coffee on our way to Benedict's, a local breakfast place that we frequented all the time in high school. It's a tradition that when the Lightwoods and I are back in town we head over there for at least one meal. While Jace was pouring the coffee and I was retrieving the cream and sugar (for Jace, of course – I take my coffee black, like my soul), my mom walked in. "You two are up early," she said, wrapping her arms around me for a brief hug.

"Yep, lots to do before tonight…" I responded. Jace just nodded, pouring the cream in his coffee and stirring it. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he savored the coffee – trying not to be flustered by his good looks. Then I saw my mom looking at me with a foreign expression on her face. She looked… contemplative. And I didn't like it. So I grabbed Jace's mug and placed it in the sink next to my own, taking his hand and dragging him out of the room as quickly as I could. The fact that my family was being their usual, intuitive selves was really frustrating my ability to fool them. Damn smart people. "Mom, we're heading to breakfast, be back later!" I shouted.

"Heyyy, what's the rush?" Jace asked as I pulled him out of the house.

"My mom is being all Nancy Drew like. I could legit hear the cogs in her brain turning. Doesn't bode well for my lying," I said as I walked him over to my parent's Mercedes. Luckily, they let me drive it when I'm at home. Jace wasn't even fazed… I knew he was raised privileged, but he didn't seem surprised at all with the big house, the nice things, and the money. Just who was this guy exactly? We drove in silence to the restaurant, which, thankfully, is only a few minutes away. The Lightwoods weren't there yet, so we went in and claimed a corner booth. Jace sat close to me. Too close. The man didn't recognize personal space. And damn it if it didn't feel nice to be close to him. Miserable and uncomfortably warm, but nice. Damn him.

When Izzy walked in, I was thrilled to jump up and hug her. "Everything okay?" she whispered in my ear as I pulled her close.

"Yeah, fine, why?"

"You're blushing." She was giving me the knowing, I told you so look. I pulled away and sat back in my seat, pushed even closer to Jace when Iz sat next to me. Simon, Alec and Magnus were across from us. Just then, a beautiful woman made her way to our table. She was tall, thin, and blonde, with gorgeous, shapely legs and huge tits. She was grinning and staring unabashedly at Jace. I hated her immediately. Not because of Jace, though. Because she was a bitch. I could just tell.

"Hello, welcome to Benedict's. My name is Kaelie and I'll be your waitress today," her sickly sweet voice announced her presence. Simon looked wide-eyed before he had the decency to find Izzy's eyes and then go back to his menu. Jace, on the other hand, openly ogled the waitress. Apparently unfazed by my disgusted face, he struck up a conversation with her. After a minute or two, I growled under my breath and stepped on Jace's foot. He yelped a little bit, before returning his gaze to me.

"Kaelie, I think we would like to order, please," I said, hoping my passive aggressive bitch self wasn't going over her head. Jace glared at me. Probably because I interrupted his chance to score. Oh well.

"Right, of course. What can I get you all?" After we ordered and I finally got Jace to ignore the whore of the hour, the six of us began talking about the engagement party.

"Clare, I'll be by your house at 3 pm. That gives us four hours to get ready… I hope that's enough time. You brought the dress, right?" Izzy said through bites of food.

"Yes, Izzy. I did as instructed."

"Good girl." Izzy smirked at me before returning to her pancakes.

"Wait, why do you need four hours to get ready?" Jace asked innocently. Eight eyes glared at his obliviousness. No one answered him. Seriously, what an idiotic question. Has he ever even met a girl that he doesn't just sleep with and discard?

When our meal was over, Jace offered to pay for mine. Nope, not gonna happen. That would make things feel far too real. And they already felt too real. Not that he knew that. But still… real is not good. So I paid for my own food before silently driving back to my house. Jace announced he was going for a run when we got back and I was thankful to have some time to think before Izzy arrived. My parents were already at Jon and Cami's house setting up (more like supervising the staff). So I was alone with my thoughts, which, because life hates me, all revolved around Jace. Mostly the thoughts were about how to keep him out of my mind. Clearly, I was successful.

A couple of hours later, Izzy arrived and Jace got home only minutes after her. I banished him to the guest room so he'd be out of our hair while we prepped. He was tasked with greeting Simon, Alec and Magnus when they arrived. Izzy and I went to my room to get ready. First, we took turns showering, shaving, and washing. Then we painted our nails and toes (her blood red and me an emerald green – to match our dresses, obviously). Izzy's inky black hair is naturally stick straight, so she spent the majority of the afternoon straightening and then re-curling my hair until it fell into soft curls.

Then we each slipped on our dresses before Izzy did our makeup. Before I knew it, it was 6:45 and time to leave for Jon's house. Izzy looked amazing in her blood red, long dress with a huge slit up the side. I examined myself in the mirror. The sleeveless, emerald green dress I was wearing was tight at the top, showing off my chest (thank god for push-up bras) and flat stomach before flaring out from my hips to the middle of my thighs. I had tall nude heels on, making my legs look much longer than they should given my 5 foot 3 inch tall frame. The green made my matching eyes pop and my red, tamed curls glow. I couldn't wait for Jace to see me. Even though I was strictly enforcing boundaries with him, I couldn't help the primal urge I had to see the effect I had on him.

"You ready?" Izzy asked me, putting her lipstick in her purse and then handing me mine. I nodded. "Let's go watch the boys lose their minds then!" We locked arms and made our way down the stairs. As we turned the corner into the kitchen where we knew the boys were waiting, I heard several surprised gasps and the sound of a glass breaking. I looked up to find Simon staring wide-eyed at Izzy, practically drooling. But to my surprise, the broken glass was in front of Jace's feet, not Simon's.

And damn, he looked so good. I just wanted to lick him. His sleek black suit was perfectly tailored to his body. He was wearing a black button up and an emerald green tie (thank goodness Alec hadn't forgotten to bring it). His golden eyes and hair were literally shining. I felt my knees go weak a little bit. And this golden god was staring right at me, his eyes burning with what could only be described as lust. Vaguely, I saw Simon and Magnus cleaning up the glass and spilled water. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from Jace, manners be damned. The air was sizzling between us as he moved closer to me.

"You look…" I smirked at his loss of words. So unlike him.

"I know," I replied simply. "You too."

"Okay," Izzy interrupted our moment. "If you two are done eye fucking each other, we need to go." Leave it to her to burst my bubble. Clearly this was payback for all the time I've interrupted her and Simon fucking on every surface of my apartment, and the subsequent cleaning and disinfecting I forced her to do.

"Let's go," I said, leading the group out of the house. Hopefully, all would go well tonight and I wouldn't self-combust.