A/N: Sorry, this is a short one, but I'm travelling so plz forgive me? And Thnx soooooo much for all the support!
We were walking down the street. Jace had insisted that he walk me home rather than drive me. I had been too drunk to even recognize the difference. Jace had insisted that I consume a type of alcohol before we left the Oranjee.
"Remember what I told you back at Oranjee?" Jace asked me.
"What?" I asked. Jace was supporting me. I was leaning on him. I was so drunk I couldn't even walk properly.
"The make-out session?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you still want it?"
"Yeah. Do I look stupid to you, Jace?"
"No. Why?"
"Why would any girl decline a make-our session with you?"
"God knows." he said smiling. And suddenly I found myself in his arms, in the middle of the street. I gasped in surprise. He smiled. I smiled back. And again he gave me that agonizingly small touch of the lips which sent sparks of electricity down my body. I, frustratedly, pushed myself higher and decided to take the kiss to a different level. He seemed taken aback by my sudden reaction. He smiled into my lips and kissed me back with equal passion. Suddenly, we heard a honk behind us. We were still standing in the middle of the road. We moved aside, crashing against a wall. Jace pushed me against it and soon we were breathing the same air. This sense of closeness was so overwhelming that all I remember was fainting in his arms.