Chapter 7: Yes

I know, I know! I haven't updated any of my stories in forever! I'm sorry! There has been family stuff going on and then school took over the rest of my time. I have no idea what 'free time' is anymore. In apology, I am posting a day early. Well, I hope this doesn't suck.

Disclaimer: I have said it SIX freaking times! I don't have time for crap like this!

Warning: I don't think you need a warning, but there is some serious making out. Or at least there was before fanfiction decided to NOT LET ME SAVE and I had to START THE WHOLE FREAKING ENDING OVER!

I walked to Will's house at 11:30, knowing fully well that no one would care that I left or if I would be back. Magnus, Maia, and I all lived in one large apartment building, under a mile from Will's house that I had owned since I was twelve and only had Magnus as a friend, and, as much as I loved them, they weren't the most attentive people.

Maia was always wrapped up in her Isabelle problems, and Magnus was day-dreaming about Alec every second of every day. It was cute, but only until he started rambling about the guy. Only then, would I start to get a little annoyed.

My light footsteps made soft padding noises on the cold cement of the street; the only other noises coming from the nature around me. There was an owl hoot and a fluttering moth that seemed to follow me as I wandered down the neighborhood.

When I got close to the house, I could hear almost everybody I knew. Nobody closed their windows in this neighborhood. A low moan came from the Lightwood house, obviously Alec's, followed by a smothered noise. I remember hearing from the bathroom sometimes, when Magnus is in it... Ew. A sob rose from Isabelle's balcony, Gabe's almost inaudible snore swum in the background, and music flew out of Max's front window. I could hear each soft noise clearly, as well as the other neighbors around me.

I tried, tried so extremely hard, not to listen in on the Fray family house, but their windows were open, like all the other ones around here. There were giggles coming from the second floor, followed by a guy's loud shushing. Clary's recognizable voice was floating down from the window in the front, talking to someone I didn't know. And Tessa. Tessa complained to herself "Well, that was predictable." over and over, as if practicing. Her already silky voice got softer and stronger each time.

Shut up, stop listening, and go see your caring boyfriend. He loves you, and you love him.

To talk about Tessa. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I continued on down the neighborhood. This had to be done, and fast, before the guilt ate away at me, more than it was already.

I felt myself reach his house and open the door, numb. I managed to get to his bedroom door down the hall before I got scared. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. I forced my fingertips to press against the door weakly, letting them hang in midair when it swung open.

Suddenly, I was all of the way inside, stumbling as something pushed me over. What? I paused, my mind too groggy to understand what was going on. What just happened? Before I could figure anything out, I was slammed into the door, now closed. I still had no idea what was going on, and was quite confused and startled, when Will finally came into my view. He was standing right in front of me, his sharp electric blue gaze dark and full of lust. I felt myself melt inside, my head not planning to clear up anytime soon, and my knees weak.

"William..." I breathed out, my voice barely audible. He stepped closer, pinning me to the door roughly, his hands on either side of me, and I was caught between him and the cold panels of the wall. I followed more than willingly, reaching up to tangle my hands in his raven black hair, but he got to me first. He grabbed my wrists, surprisingly gentle, considering the amount of passion we were immersed in. His lips met mine suddenly and we were kissing with all we had. I couldn't pay attention to the little movements, but somehow I felt them and I knew I did them.

Everything was a blur of soft lips and teeth and hands, pushing us from one spot to the next as if by magic. By the next time I'd opened my eyes, I was holding a shirtless Will against the window, who was gasping and clinging to me as I attacked his neck with teeth and lips. His eyes were closed, but I imagined them dark as night. Shivers racked through him and I couldn't tell if it was from me or the fact he was shirtless against a cold window. I didn't care. I moved my lips back to his, claiming dominance immediately.

He wrapped his leg around my waist, just as I had done to him hours ago, but I didn't let him drop it. I pulled him higher up so that he had no choice but to put his other leg up, too. The only thing keeping him up was me and the window against his back.

"James..." He whispered when I pulled back down to his neck. I hummed in response, knowing that I didn't even have to since he couldn't say anything more. I rubbed my hands along his spine, forcing him even closer. I could feel every inch of his body, every muscle, every curve against my skin and I loved it. I stepped backwards, releasing William from the window but not from my grasp. His lips were moving with mine, our synchronization just perfect. He fell forwards onto me, pushing me so that I had no choice but to step back again. I groaned into his mouth and pulled him higher onto my body.

"James-" He said suddenly, pulling away from my lips, "-put me down." His tone was a little shaky, but it didn't show the slightest emotion, and a wave of panic crashed through me.

Carefully, I lowered him and let his feet hit the ground for a few seconds before letting him go.

"What is it, Will?" I asked with concern, trying to see through his eyes, but they were lowered.

"I... I... You came here because we need to talk." He stammered out, his cheeks red in a way I'd never seen them before. I let a low, long sigh escape before I closed my eyes and begun to speak.

"I have a crush on Tessa. I only told you because I felt like I was lying to you." I knew that didn't help my case, but I had to say it anyways. I opened my eyes in time to see Will grimace, but not in pain. William looked... Guilty. "William?" I had never felt this sense of fear, so painful I can't even describe it.

"James." He let out a shaky laugh, his voice uneven. "It's fine. We're fine. I just hate that you had to tell me, since that means I have to tell you, too."

What?

Now I just didn't know what to think.

"You... You have a crush on Tessa?" I tried to joke, but I was aware that my voice was too high.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and shining, the most serious I had ever seen them.

"Yes."