"You look really tired," I hear Isabelle tell me for about the twentieth time that hour as I sit in my living room. Jace was sound asleep on my bed, much to Jon's displeasure, while everyone else was lounging around lazily in the living room.

"Well," Jon sniffs, "she can't take a nap, because someone's already taking up space in her bed, guess she didn't think that through."

I scowl at my brother and snap, "It's my room, I can sleep in it anytime that I please, thank you very much!" I hear Simon and Alec snickering from the couch that they were sharing with Magnus and Izzy. Apparently everyone found it hilarious that Jace was using my room…the thing is…I don't get the joke, and no one is in the sharing mood for it. "No matter whose inside!"

Thing is…I hadn't really thought everything through all that well. Jace and I had made it back to my house, and he was practically dead on his feet. My room was the closest, just at the top of the stairs, and it didn't smell like month old socks and feet *cough* Jon *cough*. So it was the most logical decision…or at least I had thought so, and Jace certainly hadn't complained when he curled up with one of my pillows and passed out under a minute later.

"Sure, you can, Clare," Jon rolls his eyes at me.

Magnus looks guilty as he nods. "Your brother has a point; you don't really have the nerve."

I gape at them openly, "Just because I don't go around screwing everything with two legs," I look at Jon, who grimaces, maybe a little ashamed, "or wear enough glitter to supply the next pride parade," I look over at Magnus, who beams proudly…of course, "does not mean that I don't have nerve!"

"Of course not," Simon says, his voice soft and gentle, as though he is trying to calm a wounded animal down. "It's not that big of a deal, Clary."

"Yes it is," I snap, "my own brother just called me a coward!"

I stand from the recliner and walk toward the staircase, away from the confused crowd of people that were most likely openly gaping at me. They probably think I need a mental evaluation, and they are probably right…that's beside the point though.

"Where are you going?" Jon demands. I hear the frown in his voice without so much as looking back.

I clench my jaw, and force a realistic wolfish smile on to my face before I turn around. In my best innocent voice, I reply, "I'm tired, Jon. I'm going to take a nap."

I relish the way his look of confusion is traded for disbelief, and then outrage. "You are not sleeping in the same room as Herondale!" he snapped, starting to rise to his feet. "Don't you even think about it, Clary!"

"You aren't old enough to tell me what to do," I inform him, feeling a twinge of annoyance. "So stop trying. I'm tired and I'm going to sleep!"

"No," Jon said sharply, "you're trying to prove a point, and it's already worked, so there's no need in going through with it!"

I frown at him. "I'm tired, Jon," I repeat, starting to feel truly aggravated. "I'm going to sleep. Now leave me alone." I turn back around and walk away from Jon and the others. I have nerve, I sure do! That's why I'm completely freaking out as I walk toward my room, because I'm not nervous at all, and I am not kicking myself for taking Magnus' bait like an idiot.

I make it to my room much too quickly and I freeze as soon as I place my hand on the doorknob. Maybe I should just go down stairs and take the title of spineless redhead who is too afraid to be in the same room alone with their 'boyfriend'. That is never going to happen. I stiffen my jaw, manage to find an unknown surge of nerve, and push the door open.

What I see almost makes me laugh. Jace, the best looking guy I know, is…well still the best looking guy I know, just a whole lot messier. His hair is in tangles all over his head, which is buried in the same pillow that I normally curl up to at night (guiltily pink). Thankfully, he had the decency to keep his clothes on. I don't exactly know what I would do with a shirtless Jace…yes I know that I would drool, but after that, I have no idea what I would do. He is in the middle of the bed, on his side and stomach at the same time, and curled into a ball…talk about restless sleeping.

I look over at him from across the room, feeling like a creep for watching him sleep. I inhale and exhale slowly, before I begin moving cautiously toward him. Great…I feel like even more of a creep now! One of those creeps that's about to kidnap a child while they're sleeping, or suffocate someone while they can't fight back…the fact that I'm even thinking about what makes me feel creepy is kind of creepy.

I shake my head, trying to clear it of any distracting thoughts as I make it to the bed, though the fact that I have made it so close to Jace is distracting on its own. I bite my lower lip nervously, and then decide to hell with it! I lay down on the mattress before I can have any second thoughts and close my eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" a groggy voice slurs beside me.

It is like the gods are sending me the perfect chance to make everything completely unawkward between me and Jace. I smile at him and nod, "Yeah, you're dreaming."

"So that means that you won't mind if I hold you," he says, his golden eyes are almost halfway closed, and I am unsure if he knows who he is even talking to…he might think that Jon came in for a visit. "I just wish you were actually okay with this, Clary," he whispers…well apparently he doesn't think that I'm Jon….

I don't answer, but Jace doesn't seem to mind. His arm loops around my waist and I find my face pressed into his chest as he buries his into my hair. Within moments, his breathing slows down to a steady pace again, and I know that he has resumed sleeping.

It takes me much longer to get settled. I am nervous, and the fact that I am cuddled up to a boy's chest—a handsome one at that—makes me even more nervous. Uneasily, I close my eyes and focus on making my breathing come in and out evenly. It is not working, and I am pretty sure that I am close to hyperventilation. Finally, I decide to time my breath so that Jace and I are breathing at the same time.

The technique works quite well, and after a moment I am starting to relax. My shoulders completely lose their tenseness and I actually bury myself closer to Jace as I become more and more sleepy. He doesn't seem to mind. Even asleep, his arms tighten around me and I find myself flush against him. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the only thing that I can do is wonder what kind of cologne he wears, because it's amazing.

As I slowly drift off to sleep, the smell of his cologne is the only thing that invades my thoughts.

I am woken by my pillow, which happened to be Jace's chest, stiffened and became a bit less comfortable than was needed for sleep. A groan slips out of my mouth and I groggily open my eyes, blinking harshly as I try to force the sleep out of them.

"I thought that I was dreaming," Jace's voice sounds in my ear. It is still husky from sleep. If he feels uncomfortable about me laying on him, I can't hear it on him. "If you wanted to get into bed with me, Red, all you had to do was ask."

"Blondie," I say quietly, not moving from my admittedly comfortable spot, "stop making those jokes, and we might just be okay."

"Sounds like a pretty tough deal," he pouts. "What's in it for me?"

"I don't castrate you," I reply easily. "Seems pretty fair."

"I haven't been up long enough for you to be mean to me," he informs me. I rise along with his chest as he yawns, almost as if he was emphasizing his point.

"I haven't been up long enough for you to start pulling your strange type of humor on me," I inform him dryly. "Looks like we're both at a loss."

"You know what time it is?" Jace asks me.

"I don't know," I say. "You woke up before me, remember?"

"Alright," he sighs. I feel his muscles move slightly underneath me, but I don't look up to see what he's doing. "You know that it's dark outside, right?"

I inhale sharply and push myself off him. I look around my room suddenly and realize that the only reason that it still looks light outside is because the small lamp that is sitting on my wooden nightstand. "My parents are probably back," I say, removing my hands slowly as I realize that I had used to chest for support.

"So?" Jace asks confusedly. He is still lying on the bed, his head resting comfortably on the pillows as he crosses his arms behind him.

"If they've walked in here, I'm dead," I reply, "and you might be too."

"The fact that Jonathan hasn't killed me is pretty okay," he informs me. "I'm good with believing in miracles right now."

"Don't be cute," I say frowning. "We need to get into the living room."

"Why?" he asks me. "I'm actually very comfortable right now?"

"Your miracles may stop happening soon," I say. "We can only take a nap for so long, someone's bound to come in here and check in on us."

"I don't get where you're going with this," Jace sighs. "Talk without riddles, woman! I just woke up!"

"Fine," I snap. "If someone comes in here and sees that we're not sleeping, they're going to assume that we were doing something else…like, you know, having sex."

Jace blinks at me before he smirks and pushes himself forward, so that he is sitting up. "I don't think that anyone would think that," he murmurs to me. He moves forward again, this time we're nose to nose, and I can see the brown flecks in his golden eyes. It's unsettling, but no longer uncomfortable. "You're so innocent and sweet."

I snort, and he looks at me seriously, "It's something that I love about you."

I flush and he leans the rest of the way in, brushing his lips with mine. I'm brought back to the hallway by the lockers, and then of the changing room. I feel him almost pull back. I'm not ready for him to, and I don't know how to tell him that, so I grab him by the cloth of his t-shirt right under the collar, and pull him closer to me. He makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but doesn't pull away from me. He grabs my around my waist and pulls me closer to him and I find myself almost in his lap.

His mouth feels so soft against mine, and it's moving so gently against my own. It's unexpected considering how tightly he is holding me, and how large his muscles are. I sigh in contentment against his mouth. I am sure that I don't want to stop, and that I am completely okay with him and me sitting on my bed, kissing, for the rest of my natural life….

Then suddenly, he is pushing me away from him. A stab of hurt pierces through my chest. I look up at him and see that he is not looking at me, but past me. I turn around to follow his gaze, and see Jon standing in the doorway.

It isn't my fault, and I didn't want to wait so long to update…I swear. The internet in my house went gone AWOL and I don't know what happened, but it just came back. The first thing I do is this, so don't say that I don't love you lol.

Allow me to explain how excited I am right now! Do you guys see how many review I have after just ten chapters? 166. That is freaking amazing! I just wanted you guys to know how much I love you. I had no idea how much some of you could love my writings.

Big cliffy on this one, just because I felt like it. I'll leave you all to review on the way out with your complaints and whatnot. Lol