CLARY POV

After getting back to the hotel room, Jace and I laid in bed watching TV. When there was a knock, yet again, on the door. Sighing, Jace got up and answered the door. I knew who it was already; the guys were back and telling them when to be ready for the club. When Jace walked back to where the bed was, I was already up looking for something to wear. Picking a pair of shorts with a chain, then a top that was see-through, but the bust area, then a bracelet, a glove, then some shoes that had a heel built into it.

I went to bathroom, the quickly dress and fix the mess of my hair. Walking out, Jace was dressed; in a button down black sleeveless shirt and dark blue jeans. His mouth dropped when I entered the room, but quickly closed it and walked over to me. Hands on my hips, forehead against mine.

"Do I even have to say how beautiful you are?" I blushed and shook my head; he kissed my forehead and led me out of the room. We waited in the hall for everyone else.

"Hey, Clary. Are we going to tell the fans, or keep it a secret for a while?" Jace asked breaking the silence. He was leaning the wall, with me leaning against him. I shrug, and placed my head on his chest.

"Seeming as we kept us, whatever we were a few weeks ago, a secret. I guess we could just keep it amongst ourselves, until we're asked if any of us are in a relationship, even then I am not sure though." He kissed my head, his arms tightening around me.

"Sounds like a plan."

Getting into the club was easier said than done. They still seem to think, I was younger than I was and that my license was fake. Until someone from the line pointed out who I was and that I was not lying about my age. This only took about twenty minutes of the whole band arguing with the bouncer. He finally let us in, and the music engulfed us. We all went into a booth as a waitress came to the table asking for our orders. Of course the over 21 guys order alcoholic drinks, while Jace and I were stuck with soda.

Though, when the waitress came back, the guys order more and handed us their drinks. Jace and I shrugged, one drink couldn't hurt.... Of course it did though. Apparently, I wasn't one to be able to hold a drink. After I drunk the whole thing, I felt buzzed. After everyone was loosening up, we went to the dance floor. Jace and I staying close and danced our hearts out to the beat.

His hand made his way to my hip, bring us closer, but still dancing. Feeling this beat, feeling this free, feeling wonderful. I smile as I went more into the feelings, letting loose from everything from my past. After what felt so short amount of time, Jace lead me back to the booth we started in. I immediately, grabbed one of the drinks and drunk it. This was probably my third... maybe fifth, but who's counting when I feel this free.

Eventually Jace and I were kicked out for being drunk. Jordan, Alec, and Simon saw that we were and followed us out. Jace and I couldn't stop laughing at each other's drunkenness. They lead us back to the hotel, dragging us along. When Jace and I entered our room, the guys placed us on the bed. Looking completely pissed, but I didn't care. I poked Jordan in the face, which made me laugh for some strange reason. Then I keep poking his face.

"Your cheeks are ssssssssoooo chubby." I giggled and lay on the bed, sharing up at the ceiling. Jace started laughing, and rolled where his arms were around my waist. He had probably more to drink then I did, he was able to hold his liquor. The guys soon left the room, mumbling never to let me drink again.

"Jacey! I'm tired!" I said, doing the exact opposite of what I was supposed to be doing. I sat up, taking my clothes off then found one of Jace's shirts and put one on me. I have no idea how I am still able to understand what I was doing, but not able to control my body.

Jace chuckled and took off his shirt, lying on the bed. All the while, I bounced around the room. Energy still running through my body. Jace started laughing, getting out of bed, walking towards me.

"Come to bed." I slightly nod; I was only trying to fight my tiredness. I let him walk me over to the bed, and covered us up, by time he did that I was passed out.

Waking up my head was pounding. I moved my hand to my head, trying to think of what the hell happened last night. Then it all flooded back, I groaned and rolled over and opened my eyes. The light poured into the room, was way too bright. I got up and shut the blinds, cursing myself at drinking. Jace was on the floor, half of the blankets on him. How'd he end up there? I questioned I was bent down and gently shook him awake. By the way the light shone into the room, it was noon.

"Jace, wake up. Wake up, Jace." He groan and rolled over, facing the bed. I started shaking him hard.

"Damn it. Clary, Let me sleep."

"No, Jace its noon. Why are you in the floor?" He turned to lie on his back, and looked at me.

"Well, after I thought you passed out, I started to drift off the sleep. But then, you woke I guess, wanting sex. Though, I had more than you to drink, I was still able to think clearly at points. I told you that I wasn't having drunken sex with you. You pushed me off, and told me to sleep in the floor." I don't remember any of that. But that does sound like me, when I am mad.

"Never let me drink again. God, my head is pounding. Though, if you want to sleep, you can have the bed now. Ima take a long bath, maybe that'll help." I got up and made my way over to the bathroom. Peeling off everything, while the tub filled.

Slipping in, I felt relaxed, soaking and hoping that the pounding head went away. Thank god it did, it must've been an hour or two before I came out to a clean room. I had only slipped on Jace's shirt, and dried my hair. Jace was on the balcony, still shirtless. It looked like he was thinking and I didn't want to bother that. I sat on the bed, playing around with my phone.

I decided to look up 'Golden Boys', to see what the fans are thinking and what art they've made and everything. Though, I crossed this story, they call it fan fiction. Apparently making up stories, and wow! Jace X Alec, Alec X Jordan, Jace X made-up character. Most recently a fan fiction with me in it. I was compelled to read it. It was short, most five chapters, how I loved this man and having horrible things done to me, then my knight in shining armor came and saved me. It was weird, though, I couldn't in anyways be mad at the author. They were just using their creativity.

I felt arms wrap around me, and his chin on my shoulder.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Well, it's called a fanfic. People make up stories about whatever or whoever then post them for the world to see."

"What?"

"You know, making up stories about people's lives. Like in this one; I am the main character. Horrible things happen to me, though my 'knight in shining armor' saves me. Then there are some with you and Alec... being together, or Alec and Jordan, or one of you guys with made up characters."

"I... think... that's uncalled for." I sighed, leaning into him.

"They're just letting their creativity flow. Just ignore it, if you don't like it." He sighed, turning slightly to kiss the crease of my neck.

"You're too good, for your own good, Clary." He mumbled into my neck. I giggled, and pressed my head on his.

"Aren't you going to compliment me?" He asked, I could feel his smile, I rolled my eyes.

"I think I shouldn't feed into your ego. So no." I turned to him, he was pouting. I smiled up at him, and kissed his pouting lips.

"Now, come on. This is what... sixth day of relaxtion? Tomorrow we start packing and head to the next place. I would much like to relax." I said pulling away from him. He did keep his hands on my waist. His lips turned up, and a dangerous glint in his eyes. As he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I yelped out of not expecting that. Jace crawls over to me, and then starts kissing my neck, stopping a few times and flicking his tongue on certain parts before sucking on my skin.

I started to moan, when he started to little bite me. I was breathing hard, closing my eyes tightly. I didn't want to stop him, though I wanted to. Though I was willing to go far with him, I didn't think I was ready. Soon the 'not ready' part took control, when he started moving his shirt up off my thigh.

"N-N-No." I breathed, catching his hand. He groaned, sounding mad. Every time, things got this far, when before we were together I would stop him. He rolled, lying on his back, arms covered his face.

"How long are you going to make me wait? I am willing to wait, but you need to at least explain something." That made me feel bad, but I was terrified with going that far. Do I trust him? Sure. Do I love him? I have no clue. Those were my reasoning to giving up my 'v' card to whomever. Jace turned his head at me, because I wouldn't answer. I guess he saw how terrified I was, and his face showed how crushed he was that he made me think this way.

Though it wasn't his fault I was scared.

"Clary, I... I am sorry. You don't have to tell me. It's... just, I would like to know what is going through your head." I shook my head and look away from him. I felt the bed move, as he placed his hand on my cheek making me look at him.

"Whatever your reasoning... I'll wait. I'll wait till the end of the world for you. I respect your decision." That only made me want him more. Knowing he would wait, could I be cruel and make him wait without telling him why. Or should I confess why. Though it was a big deal to me, would it be a big deal to him?

Not getting a reaction out of me, he got off the bed and sat on the couch, head in his hands. I leaned up, and brought my knees to my chest hugging them to me. I had to know, I had to know how many people he has been with. I needed to know, why Magnus warned me against him.

"Jace?" He looked up at me; I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. "Magnus... he warned me against you, why? Why would he do that? Why, Jace, why?"

"Is that what's bothering you?" I shook my head.

"I have to know." I heard him sigh, dropping his hands.

"Well... It's well known that I get around. Not caring for the girls' heart after I sleep with her. He was probably warning you, that I might break your heart." I slightly nod, that was a good thing to lead into my next question.

"How many girls have you slept with?"

"Clary." He breathed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "It doesn't matter, Clary. None of them, matter. None of them are you. None of them have anything close to you. If I just meet you first, I wouldn't have even given those girls a second glance. It doesn't matter."

"It does to me." I said lightly. I watched him as he seemed to have a battle inside his head. He said he really hasn't had any relationships, his longest was a month. So, should I really be worried how many girls he slept with? And be happy he hasn't lost any interest in me? No, Clary. What if Magnus is right? What if, he wants to get inside your pants? But then, why would he tell me about his parents? Why did Alec mention that Jace seemed happier? Why, do I have these entire why questions? UGH!

"Two to three girls a year since I was 16." I did the math in my head, most 15 girls. He has been with 15 girls?! That just makes me even sadder. What if I don't compare to them, in bed? Shock must've set on my face, because Jace quickly got to me, wrapping his arm around me.

"But Clary, you have something, those girls don't."

"And what is that?" My voice so small, I was sure he didn't hear me.

"My love." I swear I stopped breathing and slightly looked at him. "Clary, I love you, and I won't let anything get in the way of that." He loved me? We haven't been together that long, like not even three days, and he loves me! Impossible. But... those months... those had to be something.

"I... It's..." I stopped to form my sentence. "Jace it's frightening. I haven't been with a guy that way and that absoultly scares me. I want to wait until; I trust and love this person I give it too. And..." I sighed; I turned to see that he was hurt. But he just tighten his grip on me. Do I love him? I thought back at everything, how I got jealous or how he got jealous. How everything seemed better when I was around him. How he has been the only guy I've seen. That in my eyes he was the only guy for me, the only guy that knows about my family and my life. The only person who has helped me with my past. The only person that has made me feel loved, without even saying it before this.

I mentally slapped myself. I am stupid. I took a deep breath, facing him and placing my hands on either side of his face, looking him in the eyes. The eyes that was the only thing that clamed me down and brought me down from life.

"And you want to know what I just realized?" He didn't say anything; he just waited for me to say something. I brushed my lips against his, before pulling away a bit. "That I do trust you. That I love you. But... all these feelings are so strong that it scares me even more than anything, I've faced. I haven't felt this way towards any guy, nobody." He closed his eyes, and he wrapped his hands around my wrist. Pulling them away from his face. Bringing them to rest on his waist, bringing his hands to my face, holding mine like I just was.

"Then." Kiss my forehead.

"We'll." Kissed my nose.

"Have." Kissed my cheek.

"To." Kissed my other cheek.

"Be." Right side of my neck.

"Scared." Other side of my neck.

"Together." Crashing his lips to mine, he lightly sucked on my bottom lip, making me moan. UGH! This guy! Pressing my body to his, I moved to kiss his neck, then down to his collar bone. He moaned, HE ACTUALLY MOAN! AND FOR ME! Though we didn't do nothing more than just kiss each other. It meant a lot to me. After he learned that about me, he wouldn't press anything. Even though he clearly knew I wanted him. Apparently, he wanted it to be special. I guess having a mini fight before doing this is not special in any way.

For the rest of the day, we laid in bed. He ran his fingers through my hair, making me want to sleep while I held on to him. But soon the sleep won over and I was asleep again.