A/N: Hey guys! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. I loved the response I got from the first kiss, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

I already edited this, and I know I didn't catch a lot of things I apologize. I recently started writing in third person for a different story and I like it soo much better then first person. So I'm struggling with keeping them separate. Sorry if this is confusing I'll try to edit it tomorrow or some other time.

Ok, this has now been edited again. I think it should be good. Again sorry for any mistakes I made.

Please enjoy!

I woke up early the next morning. Sleep didn't want to come easily to me, which didn't make matters any better because all I did was dwell on the fact that Jace kissed me. He kissed me! What was he thinking? I told myself over and over that it happened because of few sips of whatever we drank last night, but I knew that wasn't true. I consciously kissed him back. What was I thinking? What were either of us thinking? Jace was asleep thankfully still asleep, so I creeped out of the room and hopped in the shower. I needed to relax a little, and the only moment of piece I'm probably going to get today is in the shower.

Last night when Jace finally came back to the room, I pretended to be asleep when he whispered my name to see if I was awake. I wanted to pretend that it never happened because not only will our parents kill us, but he is technically my brother. I don't understand why it happened, and I don't know what to do about it. I put my face in my hands, attempting to wipe the stress away, but I could feel a headache setting in. This is too stressful to deal with on Christmas morning. Christmas is supposed to be happy and relaxing, not troubled and tense. I groaned audibly, scrubbing shampoo into my hair. I don't want to deal with the after effects of this event. He said last night that he wasn't into me, but then he kisses me. What does that mean? I want to pretend it never happened, so I'm not going to say anything unless I have too.

I climbed out of the shower, and slipped back into my clothes. There is no way that I am going into my room in a towel right now. I shuffled out of the bathroom to the kitchen. I need my comfort drink. Hot chocolate. I put the milk in a sauce pan to heat it up. Hot chocolate is the one drink that me feel calm and relaxed. I heard movement in the house. I closed my eyes praying that it wasn't hmm because I don't want to talk about it. My prayers weren't answered.

"Clary, about last night-" He started to speak, but I held my hand up silencing him.

"No, just don't talk." I muttered, exhaling an annoyed breath, as I poured the coco powder into milk. I stirred it silently, starring at my cup. I brought it to my lips, drinking a sip of it to calm down.

"But I-"

"Hey mom." I announced loudly, so he would shut up. My mom would blow this whole thing out of proportion, which neither of us wanted. When my mom brought up this topic yesterday, I could tell that she wouldn't be ok with us happening.

"Morning, baby." She hugged me tightly around the shoulders. "Hi, Jace do you want a hug too?" She grinned teasingly at him, as she released me.

"I'm ok." He chuckled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Ok, your loss. I'm an amazing hugger." My mother climbed up on one of the island chairs.

"It's true." I smirked at her, screwing on the lid onto my thermos. "Where's Luke?" I asked, sipping my delicious coco. I hummed quietly, as my tummy filled with warmth. I was ready to open gifts.

"He's coming. He wanted to clean up a bit." She released a breath, getting her iPod out. "Time for Christmas music." She smiled. Silver bells rang quietly from her phone. I smiled, swaying to sweet Christmas melody.

Luke came out a few minutes later, and we gathered around the living room. I was smashed between my mother and Jace, which felt more awkward then it probably was. Money was tight so there weren't many gifts under the tree there was two for each person, but I knew the gifts were pretty small. I was thankful for everything that was given to me.

"Ok, youngest first. Clary, this one is from Jace." Luke glanced at the tag, as he passed it over to me. I held the box in my hand, noticing that it was impeccably wrapped. Jace is such a neat freak. I rolled my eyes before I tore the paper open, and popped the box open. I carefully pulled out a metal tin. I cocked my head to the side in curiosity, turning it around to see the label. It was gourmet hot chocolate mix.

"Oh, wow." I ran my hand over the label, looking over at him. "Thank you. I've only had the store brand before." A smile formed on my face, as I looked back in the box to pull out a bag of mini-marshmallows.

"No problem." He shrugged it, but I knew he was proud of this gift because of his cheeks reddened. This was one of the best gifts I have gotten. I mean he could have gotten me a million different things, but he got my hot chocolate something that most people would think is insignificant. Hot chocolate is something that I drink almost daily, and most people brush aside.

"Next is Jace. This is the one from Clary." He handed Jace the box. I felt my face heat up, wondering if he was going to like it. I bought something that I thought would be helpful to him, but she didn't know if it was good enough. He tore off the paper, and slid it out of box. "It's a fancy stick?" He looked questioning my at me, wondering what it was.

"It's a massage roller. You can use it on your muscles and stuff when they tighten up so they don't spasm." I explained, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He wakes up in the middle of the night a couple times a month with his muscles cooling in an extremely painful way, half the time I end up massaging them out on his calves, while he cringes in pain.

"Oh, thanks." He grinned at me, placing it back in the box.

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The rest of the day I spent curled up against my mom, as we watched Christmas movies together. This was another Christmas tradition between the two girls. Wewatch classics, romcoms, and elf. The two boys lounged across the living room vegging next to us. This is probably the most festive Christmas those boys have had in years because their Christmas's normally consist of watching tv and opening one gift. There are no decorations or holiday traditions. We nibbled on leftover pizza for our food and I drank some of my fancy coco.

"Luke, lets go to bed." My mom patted his leg, as she climbed to her feet. Luke groaned quietly, trudging behind my mother.

Jace and I were left alone in the living room. I shifted awkward, deciding to go to the room before anything could happen.

"Clary, we need to talk." Jace said, as I climbed to my feet.

"No, we don't." I snapped, heading towards the bedroom door.

"You can't just ignore what happened." He called after me, but I ignored him. I didn't want to listen. I gasped loudly when his hand clasped onto my arm, dragging me into our room. He pressed my back into the wood of the door, tangling our mouths together passionately. I whimpered against him, unable to move myself. I finally gained my bearing, as I placed my hands against his chest, pushing him away. He stumbled back a few steps, seeming completely crushed. I panted for breath, dropping my head back against the door.

"What was that?!" I exclaimed after a few minutes of catching my breath. "You can't just keep kissing me! Our parents are married. You are my brother. What are you doing?!" I blew out a breath, as I shook my head. He stayed silent, keeping his eyes averted from me. "Jace, you wanted to talk. I wanted to ignore what happened, but if you keep doing this, I'm going to have to start yelling at you about it because you can't just do that to people. Especially me. Do you want me to yell at you?" I bit my lip, waiting for him to talk. "Jace?" I sighed, pleading for him to finally speak.

"I like you. Is that what you want me to say?" He rubbed his neck lightly, pacing around the room.

"Jace." I whined, putting my palms against my eyes. "Why are you doing this? You are going to college soon. Luke and my mom are married. You can't do this." I dropped my hands, starring at him. His eyes flicked around the room, as his gaze finally landed on me.

"We aren't siblings. There is nothing tying us together. Luke adopted me, and they just got married. We weren't raised together, we don't share blood, so why does it matter?" He questioned, standing directly in front me. I looked away from him, feeling my face heat up at his words. I bit my lip, thinking about what he said. I guess what he said is true…

"We live together." I stated, keeping my eyes away from him.

"So?" He held my cheek, running his thumb across my cheek bone. Shivers ran down my spine, as his fingers brushed against my skin.

"Our parents won't be ok with this." I bit my lip, keeping my eyes focused on his chest.

"We don't have to tell them." He leaned down slightly, pausing an inch away from my lips. "Please give me a chance." He moved closer, making me gulp heavily. Everything he was saying was making so much sense, but there was one thing that didn't make sense to me.

"Why? You made fun of me for years. You never had a real conversation with me until you moved in here." I inhaled a deep breath, forcing myself not to connect our lips again.

"I didn't know you then." He whispered, letting his thumb drop lower to stroke my jaw. "I was a jerk, but I know you now. You were nice to me when I didn't deserve it. You gave me a chance to be your friend and get to know you. Now I know you and I want you." He explained quietly, silently begging me to kiss him again. I took a shaky breath, not knowing what I should do. If I kissed him right now, everything would change. I rested my lips lightly against his. It was a feather kiss, but it was still a kiss. He exhaled a breath of relief, collapsing his body against mine. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck, planting his lips firmly against hers again. Our kiss slowly deepened, sending a pit of nerves into my lower stomach. His hands found my hips, and pulled me against him. I didn't know what I was doing or why I was doing it, but I knew I wanted to do it. We drew away from the door, stumbling towards his bed. He fell onto his butt, pulling me between his legs. I tilted my head down to access his lips better. Our mouths continued to brush rhythmically together, and my lungs were beginning to beg for air. I inhaled a breath through my nose, trying to relief my lungs. He let me lead the kiss, which made me feel better. More in control. I winded my fingers into his lush hair, bumping our noses together, as I turned my head to the other side. His hair was so soft I thought to myself, tugging on it a little more. He moaned low in his throat, pulling my body closer to his. I broke away from him, resting my forehead against his.

"I this is such a stupid idea." I giggled, taking a step back from him. All he did was smile up at me. "I'm going to change." I picked up my pjs, heading towards the door. I knew I couldn't change with him in here right now. I don't know what just happened, but what is to come should be interesting.

A/N: Woo two more kisses! This is getting crazy. I decided that this isn't only five more chapter. I don't know how many it will be, but it will probably be at least 7. Sorry for those of you who were disappointed when I said that.

For those of you that don't remember Clary drinks hot chocolate every morning. I don't think I brought it up in the more recent chapters, but I thought it was a cute gift idea. The muscle massager I thought was a good idea for Jace because of that chapter where his neck spasmed. I didn't feel like writing this part, but Clary and Jace bought Luke and Jocelyn his and hers aprons. The hers is says beauty, and the his says beast because Luke is a werewolf in the books. Lol. I thought it was cute.

Anyways, this is going to be longer then I said.

Again I apologize for any mistakes I made. I have to ask if it is ok with everyone if I switch from first person to third. I don't want to switch it, and people not like it. I will keep it only following Clary though. I don't want you to know what is going on through Jace's head.

Please check out Rejuvenation to see how I write in third person and let me know. I'm not going to update until I have a clear idea of how I want to proceed with how I am writing this. I am so sorry I am making this complicated. I tried to catch my errors, but I know I missed some.

The parents aren't going to find out for a while, but what do you think they are going to do?

What do you guys want them as a couple to do?

What did you guys think?

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