“Of course I do. I’d keep you here every night if I could.” While Jace knew that she was right, it had been hard to get out of the mindset that loving Clary was wrong. He was only recently learning to accept that it was perfectly okay. Valentine had messed with his mind for so long and he knew that he was going to have to learn to say no to bad thoughts that often sounded like his voice in his head. “I’m sorry that it was ever perceived as wrong. That man should have never twisted or minds like that.” When he heard her speak again, Jace couldn’t help himself as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She brought out such feelings in him that he sometimes didn’t know what to do with.
“Neither will I. You were and are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He chuckled and said, “You’re welcome to take it to your room with you if you’d like.” He was looking forward to the idea of Clary wearing around one of his shirts. Jace leaned into her touch and resisted the urge to close her eyes. Being around her felt so good and he knew that none of this could ever be wrong. “Of course I will. Though Maryse might have something to say about that once she notices.” He nudged his nose against hers before he stepped back and took her hand. “You’d be surprised, but I’ve not really invited anyone into my own bed. So you’re like a first.” He was often at other places when he’d been with other people, but he wanted to do this differently with Clary. He wanted to treat her right. Jace shrugged out of his shirt once he’d let go of her hand. “See something you like?” He teased as he glanced over at her. Jace flung the shirt over an armchair and then flopped down on his bed. “Come on. There’s plenty of room,” he said as he patted the empty side of the bed.
“I certainly won’t complain.” Clary gave him a smile, tucking some hair behind her ear. The words made her want to bring back her father and kill again on principle. “He only cared about himself. I don’t care what he said, he never really cared about me, or anyone.” she answered. “He was scared of how powerful we’d be together, and we beat him anyway.” A quiet little hum vibrated through her as he kissed her, relaxing because he was very real and she couldn’t be happier.
His words made her heart flutter a little and she knew she was blushing. “Yeah? You won’t miss it?” she teased, reaching up to slide slender fingers through golden hair. She rolled her eyes. “Well, if she has a problem with it, I guess we’ll handle that when it happens.” she assured with a smirk, lacing their fingers and following him to his room. The admission made her blush even more, realizing how serious Jace had to be about them to want to be so honest. She turned to close the door, pausing as she spotted him without his shirt. A little laugh at his tease, moving to his dresser to grab a shirt of his and change. She didn’t know why she was feeling a little more confident, but she kept her back to him as she changed into just his shirt and her boy short style lace panties, moving to crawl into the bed next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. “Pretty sure there’s always room for both of us in your bed, Jace.” she teased, adjusting so she could kiss his cheek.
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