These were the moments I had come to love. Jace and I sat on the couch in my apartment as I worked on my laptop and he watched whatever fights were being televised that night. I closed my computer, set it on the coffee table and curled into Jace's side. It had been a month since Jace first kissed me and we had fallen into a nice rhythm. When I wasn't on assignment, I spent time shooting at the gym because it had really become one of my favorite places to shoot. Jace spent most of the time he wasn't at the gym with me at my apartment. He had some more of his fighters getting fights, so I would go along with him and Isabelle would come because Simon was there, too.

"Hey, Red," Jace said as he pulled me closer to him.

"Hmmm." My eyes were getting heavy and I was having a hard time staying awake. I knew Jace would carry me to bed if I fell asleep, which happened most nights because I didn't want my time with him to end.

"You're falling asleep."

"No, I'm not." I adjusted, curling into him and draping an arm across his stomach. "I'm watching this fight. That guy just tried to get a choke and lost it."

"Look at you. You're learning." He laughed and kissed the top of my head. "But really, you should probably go to bed and I should probably get going."

"No, I don't want you to go." I squeezed his waist tighter as if I was strong enough to actually hold him there. I looked up into his eyes that shone bright in the light from the TV. "Why don't you just stay here?"

He pulled away and I sat up on my knees to face him completely. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jace. Just because you spend the night, doesn't mean you're moving in. It's really late and it just makes more sense for you to stay here." I took Jace's hand and turned the TV off as I led him to my bedroom, not giving hi a choice in the matter. "Okay, so I'm just going to go wash my face. I'll be right back."

I went into the bathroom and began my bedtime ritual. I washed off my makeup and took out the stud earrings I was wearing. I brushed out the tangles that had formed in my hair and pulled it into a messy bun. After staring at my reflection for a few seconds, I pulled my hair out of the bun and let my curls flow around my shoulders. When I walked back into my bedroom, Jace was already under the covers and shirtless. I had seen Jace without a shirt plenty of times, but every time I did, it was like the first time I saw him in the arena with screaming fans surrounding him as he prepared to fight to defend his championship belt.

I pulled back the blanket on my side and slid in next to Jace. All of the sudden, a thought crossed my mind. We had never actually defined what we were doing here. We spent almost every second of free time we had together, but what if Jace saw me a friend that he kissed sometimes. I sunk down into the bed and turned on my side facing the wall. Jace pulled my back to his front and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Jace, what are we doing," I asked into the darkness.

"I thought we were going to sleep," he murmured into my hair. I turned in his arms so I could face him. His eyes glowed even in the dark. How was that possible?

"That's not what I mean. What are we doing in general? I know we spend a lot of time together, but what are we to each other?"

"Clary, where is this coming from?"

"We've been hanging out for a month and I think we should define the relationship."

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're my girlfriend."

"I'm your only girlfriend?"

"Yes, Red. You're my only girlfriend. I think about you all the time. When we're not together, I want to be with you. Everything reminds me of you and the best part of my day is hanging out on the couch with you."

"So, you're my boyfriend?"

"If you want me to be." Instead of answering, I leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. I put my arms around his neck and my fingers found his hair. "I guess that's a yes?"

"That's a definite yes."

Jace tucked my head under his chin and I snuggled into his chest. We fell asleep like that and I had one of the best nights sleep I'd ever had. When I woke up in the morning, I ran my hand across his side of the bed to find that the sheets were cold and he wasn't there. I got up slightly disappointed, especially after our talk the night before and went into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. I could smell something cooking in the kitchen and hoped it wasn't Isabelle. The last time she tried to cook something more complicated than toast, she almost burned the apartment down and I had to bribe the landlord into letting us keep the apartment.

There was a plate with eggs, bacon and toast sitting on the table and a cup of coffee sitting next to it. I looked up into the kitchen and saw my gloriously golden boyfriend moving about the kitchen like he was made to do it. He spotted me standing in the doorway with what I can only assume was a dumbfounded look on my face and walked my way.

"Good morning, Red," he said as he plopped a kiss on the top of my head.

"You're cooking," I said still trying to convince myself that this wasn't a dream. "You made me breakfast and coffee."

"Both statements are true." He chuckled and I walked further into the kitchen to stand next to him and observe. "You should probably eat. Your eggs are getting cold. I'll be there in a minute."

I went and sat down at the table to eat my breakfast. Isabelle emerged from her room rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with Simon not far behind.

"Someone cooked," she said as confused as I was. "No one ever cooks in this house. We're strictly cereal and orange juice for breakfast kinds of people." She peeked in the kitchen and snapped her head back as Simon went in to greet Jace. "Holy shit, there's a shirtless man in there cooking us breakfast."

"Yeah, I know," I said as I took a bite of my eggs and they were probably the greatest things I'd ever tasted. How could something as simple as scrambled eggs taste so delicious? I don't know what the hell he did to them, but they were amazing. Isabelle sat down as Simon and Jace came into the room and set down plates for themselves and Isabelle.

"Good morning, Isabelle," Jace said as he sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee under the table. He turned his face slightly and brushed his lips against mine.

"Okay, what am I missing here," Simon asked as he leaned back in his chair.

"Simon, have you met my girlfriend, Clary?"

I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as Simon and Isabelle gawked at us. "Well, it's about freaking time," Isabelle said waving her arms around like a mad woman. "I thought you two would never get your shit together."

I continued to eat my breakfast as Jace stole glances at me and gave my knee a gentle squeeze every few seconds. When we were finished eating, Simon and Isabelle took the dishes into the kitchen to clean up and Jace turned to face me.

"So, what is my beautiful girlfriend up to today," he asked and I blushed as he took my hand in his and ran his thumb across my knuckles.

"I have some work to do for an assignment, but other than that, I'm free." I looked away from him for a second and when I looked back, his gaze was still completely fixed on mine. "I wanted to come by and shoot the kids class tonight if that's okay with you."

"That would be awesome."

"I was thinking that maybe I could start a website or something for the parents to go on and get pictures of their kids. I could go with you guys to tournaments and they would have professional pictures taken so they don't have to worry about it and can just focus on watching their kids."

"I think that's an amazing idea. Would you want to sell the pictures?"

"No, this is something I want to do for fun and they already pay enough to be able to train at your gym." I gave him a little smirk.

"You're amazing." He leaned forward and grabbed the back of my neck pulling me to him. Whenever Jace kissed me, I felt like no other kiss could top it, but then the next one did. I stood from my chair, never breaking the kiss and moved forward to sit on his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist and his hands rubbed circles in my back. The spell was broken when Isabelle cleared her throat and I buried my face in Jace's neck hiding my blush from her.

"I don't know if you two have heard of this," Isabelle said pointing to my bedroom, "but there's this thing called a bedroom. It's useful for morning make out sessions so your roommate and best friend doesn't throw up her breakfast."

I turned to face her. "Oh, really," I said incredulously. "Do you consider the living room your bedroom because I can't even count the number of times I've walked in on you and a guy going at it on the couch." Simon walked in behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She tensed at my words, knowing Simon was there to hear them. He whispered something in her ear and I could see the tension lift from her shoulders.

"Jace, we should probably get going," Simon said and Jace dropped his head to my shoulder placing a kiss there. 'We have some new guys coming to check the gym out, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," Jace snapped at his friend. He cupped my cheek and turned my face to him. "Are you free for lunch?"

"Let me think about it," I said as I tapped my chin and looked off to the corner of the room. He squeezed my sides and I yelped. "Yes, I'm free. I'll come by and bring you some lunch. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." He kissed the tip of my nose and then moved to my lips one more time. "You're going to have to get off of me so I can leave, Red."

"Oh, sorry." I scrambled to stand and he pulled me into his arms. I noticed Simon and Isabelle by the door as they were saying their goodbyes. He promised to be by that night and she whispered something in his ear that made his eyes go wide. I giggled as Jace pressed his lips to my temple. I smacked his shoulder. "Go, Herondale. I'll see you in a few hours."

"Fine, Red." The boys walked out the door and headed to the gym. When the door closed, I had to cover my ears to protect them from Isabelle's squeal.

"God, Iz. What is your problem?"

"I'm sorry, were you not just paying attention the last hour," she asked with her hands on her hips. "One: Jace spent the night last night and made us breakfast. Two: you two are officially together. Three: Simon told me he loved me last night."

My eyes went wide and I was speechless. Usually when Isabelle told me a guy loved her it was followed by her telling me that she broke up with him. Instead, she was smiling like a fool and could be described as giddy.

"And," I asked begging her to continue.

"And, I said it back." She shrugged and sauntered off to the bathroom. I followed her and leaned up against the doorframe waiting for her to explain. When she didn't say anything after a few minutes, I broke the silence.

"Did you say it because you mean it?"

"Yes." She said matter-of-factly. "I love him and I'm not afraid of it anymore. Usually, I freak out, but when he told me last night, I almost felt relived. Like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I could finally let someone, the right one, in."

"Well, good. I'm happy for you, Iz." I turned to go to my room, but she stopped me.

"Don't think you can get away with not telling me what happened last night." I rolled my eyes and told her how everything happened the night before. "You know what I think?" I shook my head and that goofy smile was back. "I think these two tough, but caring and loving fighters could be the best things that ever happen to us."

In that moment, I knew she was right.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and continue to enjoy it. Let me know what you thought and leave a review. :)