CLARY POV

Jace was over at my apartment, this time everyone was meeting at my apartment to leave. I have no idea why, though apparently they're hungry. Since the bus won't be here until later tonight, I ended up cooking. Jace was leaning against one of the counter, watching me cook. It ended up being homemade pizzas. They all chipped in what they liked on their pizza, so now they all get their own individual pizzas.

"You're hot when you cook." Jace said, staring at the ground, smirking.

"Mmmhmm. Sure, Jace." I really wasn't listening to him, I was too busy trying to fix up the next pizza.

"I am serious. It's interesting to watch you cook. The little concentration lines on your face, and the way you bounce around the kitchen." I rolled my eyes, pinching the end of the dough to create crust.

"Jace haven't you ever heard of, leaving a girl in peace why she cooks?"

"I think nothing of the sort. Why leave a beautiful girl by herself in the kitchen?"

"Cause, right now, you're annoying the hell out of your girlfriend." I tried to make it sound like I was mad, but I had a smile on my lips to the whole time. Jace just laughed, and leaves the room.

Since he left, I was able to continue cooking the pizzas faster than I already was. I was done with all of them with an hour of beginning. I set them all on the bar, along with drinks. I called for them and started cleaning up the mess a little before I eat mine.

After cleaning I went to the living room and they were all watching one of the movies from my stash. The Collection was one of my favorite horror/thriller movie. Taking my rightful seat next to Jace I zoned in on the movie. They just started it, as it was in the club scene. During the movie though I had zoned out, thinking of Jace's and my relationship as it grew from my dark secret- the only thing I could remember from my birth father. It started thinking about the night he had found out. (FLASHBACK) Someone snap their fingers in front of my face and started waving their hands, trying to get my attention.

"Hey Clary Time to get this show on the road." Simon said, I looked around the room and Jace was getting his 'voice' ready and everyone slightly mentally getting ready for the concert. I simply nod, getting up and bouncing and shaking a little to get my body relaxed. I didn't even know I was that out of it, the band before us was supposed to be on for an hour.

Like every other concert we all walked out on our separate moments, and fans screaming each time. Getting on my mark, I waited for the cue to start. Few moments later, all at once we started. It always felt good being on stage, like I was able to get out all my emotions while on stage. It was my release, I was able to think about everything when we were back stage letting it flow through during playing. Playing was like a second natural to me now, specially the songs. Singing back up, able to move around, even standing on one of the speakers and showing off.

This tour Jace and I didn't think we should do duets. We just didn't think about it, it was more like 'Let's not do that this tour' type of deal, I do not think we had a real reason. One song did capture my ears though at it was the only thing I paid attention to during the concert. I have no idea what inspired this song, but I was happy to be part of it, it meant something:

Hey dad look at me

Think back and talk to me

Did I grow up according to plan?

And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?

But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it

I just wanna make you proud

I'm never gonna be good enough for you

Can't pretend that

I'm alright

And you can't change me

'Cause we lost it all

Nothing lasts forever

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and

We can't go back

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

I try not to think

About the pain I feel inside

Did you know you used to be my hero?

All the days you spent with me

Now seem so far away

And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it

I just wanna make you proud

I'm never gonna be good enough for you

I can't stand another fight

And nothing's alright

'Cause we lost it all

Nothing lasts forever

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and

We can't go back

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said

Nothing's gonna make this right again (right again)

Please don't turn your back

I can't believe it's hard

Just to talk to you

But you don't understand (you don't understand)

'Cause we lost it all

Nothing lasts forever

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and

We can't go back

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

'Cause we lost it all

Nothing lasts forever

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and

We can't go back

I'm sorry

I can't be perfect

It was close to the last song, after that song I was completely down. It reminded me of my birth father, who abandoned Jonathon and I when we were both young. Luke had been my mom's best friend and he took it upon himself to take care of us, when he found out what my father had been doing. Eventually he told my mother his feelings for her... two years later. Which she had returned, because he became my step-father. Then not even half a year he asked her to marry him, of course she accepted.

I don't even know why, but Jonathon and I looked up to that man. I don't even know my father's name, just remember his face. With him in the house, you grew up fast. You were expected to go beyond what a normal person that age does. And if you didn't you got extremely punished, I remember when he first punished me.

I was probably no more than six, but I was trying to help my mother with the kitchen. Wanted to be 'mommy's little helper'. Well, that turned down the drain when I tripped and fell, when walking to the table breaking a few plates that I was carrying. Dad heard and rushed in the room, saw me... and much to my mother's disapproval, beat the crap out of me. I wasn't able to sit down for almost a full week. It was a stupid reason to hit a child, but with him? He paid for them, he thought I was 'older' than that to be able to carry simple plates. My father wanted his children to be prefect and wasn't afraid to do whatever to get it that way.

I also remember the last night he was at the house; Jonathon, being only 8, at that time. Started the soccer team, dad said it was good. Teach him how to 'be a man', Jonathon played lots of sports by that time and adding one more, put him over the edge. He was constantly, trying to seek out father's approval during a game. We were too terrified that if something were to happen, father would take it out on him- on us. Even when it was the whole team's doing, not just us. Jonathon, I guess, finally had enough for an eight year old and stood up to father. Biggest mistake; Jonathon ended up having a broken arm and a few ribs. Mother had taken him to the hospital, and by time the doctors started to question, dad was gone.

Even after mother had married Luke and they had died. They contacted my father, but he simply said he didn't want me. So orphan and foster care I went, my own father disowned me. I now, don't even understand, how I could've even loved the man or even cared for him. He did horrible things and only cared for his well-being. I don't now, if this was what he wanted. Probably not, he had extremely high expectations. I wasn't prefect and he made it that way. He made me the woman I am today, with the help of the world. I hate him, I hate him with a passion for what he did. Everything about him, I do not understand how my mother fell in love with that man.

I was shook out of thought when all of the guys started walking off stage. I didn't even talk, I walked faster and made my way to the back of the bus, locking the door. Jace started knocking, but I ignored it and blast my music from my radio. I backed my way up into a corner, slowly falling to the ground. I bring my knees to my chest. Tightly hugging them and my head rested on my knees. I tried blocking everything from the outside world. Hoping, but not existing, in trying to make myself feel safe with my arms around me. Like I was trying to protect myself, in some weird way. Jace knew nothing of my biological father, he nevered asked. He thought I only knew of Luke. I made him think that, I didn't want him knowing how even my own father didn't want me.

I have huge daddy issues, and that is not attractive. I am so damaged it wasn't even funny. Jace healed the part about my dead family and even made me start thinking people actually wanted me. But he didn't count for the one person that should actually want someone, even blood related, to throw me away. After the sobbing calmed down, I was able to breath. I still stayed in the same spot, not wanting to move. Not even willing myself off the floor, it was no use. I was afraid if I moved, I would simply break down again. I needed it out of my system before I face the guys, I knew they worry, especially Jace. They had a right too, nobody knew much about me except Jace. I trusted him, not to tell the guys, and Jace had trusted me in things nobody else knew about him. Both our walls, were down around each other.

How can someone so broken, be able to love? Be able to still be standing? Hasn't gone insane, hasn't put their anger in a drug or equally something as crazy that could end a life?

(JACE POV [I know Clary's memory but I felt Jace's POV needed to be added during it so...])

Clary locked me out, I didn't know why. I wanted to know why. On stage she seemed alive, but once off I knew something was wrong. I hoped she tells me when we were by ourselves, but when I got on, the door was locked. I knocked on the door and waited.

"Babe. Open the door." I waited, listening, but nothing. I knocked once more, but in return music was turned on. I knew that she wouldn't be able to hear me. I still stood by the door, hoping, mentally willing her to one this door and talk to me.

"Jace, just let her think. Maybe she just has to get over it, before she can tell you what is wrong. Like let it leave her system, before you attempt to speak with her." Simon said, looking at me. I knew from the look on his face he was worried too. From the look from all their faces they were. We never saw her so with drawn, after a concert, even when we were hanging out.

"Come on, she'll open it when she is ready. Let's watch a movie, or something." Jordan said inclining his head behind him. I knew they were trying to get my attention off Clary. Clary always told me what was bugging her, even straight after something reminded her of her past. I knew something was wrong, when she zoned out before the concert. I just thought she was nervous, and I thought that was just it when we entered the stage.

"Fine." We walked to the front of the bus, and picked from random movie pile. Everyone usually brings a few of their own movies to keep us occupied when we were on the road and had nothing to do. And we had a good amount of movies to pick from. Course there were a few chick-flicks, as Clary was rarely in the mood for, but she does have her moments. Turning on the move, The Prefect Getaway.

After two movies, Clary still hadn't come out and the guys and I were tired. I slipped into my old bunk and fell asleep, worrying about Clary. I didn't know if we had the keys to unlock that door, but right now I wasn't going to try. I was going to give her space, but if she still hadn't come out by tomorrow, I was picking the lock.

So waking up hours later to a moving bus, and music still in the back ground was not what I hoped for, since the bus was moving I knew it was pretty well into the afternoon. I climbed out of my bunk, fixing Clary some coffee, then grabbing myself something before I headed to the back.

None of the guys were wake to help me with breaking in. Placing the coffee carefully on the ground, then found a bobby pin from the bathroom I started to unlock the door. It wasn't until the fifth time, I finally got it. Pushing it open, grabbing the coffee. I walked in, sitting down the coffee before I looked at what state Clary was in.

Also, I locked the door. Leaving the music on, I had noticed Clary in the corner, looking like a small ball. I carefully approached her, I didn't know if she was asleep or not. Kneeling in front of her, I gently moved her hair to the side. Hoping to get a good view to see the type of breathing she was doing. From what I can see, her breathe was like she was awake.

"Clary?" I said, softly, moving next to her rubbing her back. I think she has been in this position since last night. Not sleeping, she must be tired.

"Clary, baby, answer me." I waited again, nothing. I bit my lip, and removed my hand from her back, moving back in front of her.

"A moan. A mmmmm. A simple moment, Clary. Just to let me know you're listening." I watched her carefully.

"What, Jace?" My heart broke. Her voice so small, the way her voice sounded. That wasn't my Clary, there was no happiness, no emotion into it. She sounded like a robot.

"Tell me." I tried to sound gently and assuring, but what came out was almost begging and fear.

"There is nothing to tell, Jace." She whispered, talking to her lap.

"There is always something to tell." I was surprise we could hear each other over this music, but I was only focusing on Clary not the music. To me it sounded like simple back ground noise that you could barely hear.

"Jace..." She breathes, shaking her head. I sighed, and looked around the room. Not wanting to give up, I went next to her again, crossing my legs and leaning my head back. I would wait, I would wait until she will tell me, told me what was bugging her.

It didn't take long her too. I would catch her slide glancing me, and I would smirk at her. Then she would turn her head, not looking at me. I knew I was getting to her, she knew she wanted to tell me, I just had to be patient.

"What song did you sing?" She finally asked, I furrowed my eyebrows, completely confused.

"I sung many songs." I heard her take a deep breath.

"The one about you not being perfect... at least to a father." Oh, but why would she want to know?

"The song is called Perfect. Alec and I made it up. I had no idea why he thought dad wouldn't think he was perfect. Well, NOW I have a clue, but I do not think him being gay would mess anything up. Robert would love him even then."

"Perfect..." She said, I guess she was tiring it out. "I just... it's... that song..." I looked at her, but she was content at staring down at her lap in her 'ball' position.

"Clary, just think... Then form the sentence." She nods, I could tell she closed her eyes.

"My dad. My biological father. He... It's like... ugh." I tried not to laugh at how frustrated she was, because this was a serious moment and I didn't want her to keep it inside.

"What about him? I thought you said, Luke was your step father as long as you remember. That you don't remember your biological father."

"I lied." Now I am even more confused, why lie to me about it? I waited for her to continue. "You see, my birth father... Leaving in that house with him... you grew up fast. He had expectations-"

"Every father does." I commented.

"Not like him. He didn't care what he had to do to have us meet those expectations. I was six when he walked out on us. He... took it too far... one day. Jonathon and I were use to him- the way he acted- the way he wanted things. Anyways, that night... Jonathon stood up to him. Jonathon was on every sport you could think of, cause of father. Father thought, sports was the best way to make him a man. He even made me tried out for sports and cheerleading." I smiled, that would've been funny to watch.

"Jonathon, like I said had enough of father... Jonathon and I looked up to dad. Now, I don't even know why. He was a monster, Jace. Every mistake, Jonathon or even me, would make. Either it be in Sports, chores, school... We got extremely punished... Hiding our bruises at school was a daily thing. Father made sure we didn't forget, who was the boss, and the rules." I flinched, that... why would he do that? I heard her take a deep breath, she had more.

"So, Jonathon had enough, after he joined Soccer. That was his last sport father made him get into. An eight year old... in 10 ten sports, had its toll. Jonathon and I were always scared to make a mistake on the field, because when we got home..." She sighed. "That night... Jonathon went to father... Jonathon ended up with a broken arm and a few ribs... Mother brought him to the hospital, when the doctors asked too many questions. Before they could arrest him, he left. He walked out. Then after Mother, Luke, and Jonathon died. They contacted my father; he didn't want me Jace. He disowned me, threw me away like I was nothing to him."

"All that... came from a song?" I questioned, I had stopped looking at her. Staring at the ground, it didn't make since.

"He wanted us to be perfect. His perfect children that obey and were champions." I nod, even though she didn't see me.

"Why would they contact him, if they were going to arrest him?"

"They had no proof. I think... the way we were acting, they had a clue what was going on. Father answered all the questions, saying Jonathon went to high in a tree. Lost his footing, hit a few branches on the way down. We were all to scare of him, to say otherwise, even when he ran. Since they couldn't back it up..." She went quiet, I just noticed that she was shaking... Quietly sobbing- kind of shaking. I put my hands on her waist, bring her to my lap.

I don't know what type of father would do that. That is no true father, no father in their right mind would treat their child that way. Clary, took a moment, but she wrapped her arms around my neck. I brought her close to me, letting her cry on my shoulder. I was extremely mad at her father, but I knew there was nothing to do. So more confusion I showed her than anything.

"Well. At least you had Luke, right? Someone like a true father, the way a father should act around their children. It sounded to me, like he already acted that way. From everything you've told me."

"He was my mom's best friend since before she met my father. He was 'Uncle Luke' until she married him. Even then, he knew what was going on, when one day when Jonathon and I were both young and still had needed help showering... he saw the bruises. He questioned mother, and she had broke from then, he tried keeping Jonathon and I at his place. Mother made him promise not to say anything, in return... He tried keeping us as safe as he could."

He knew? He knew and he still kept it to himself?

"How well did that work out?"

"Soon, father caught on... And well, he threatens Luke's life. He made sure- mom, Jonathon, and I were there to witness it. Made sure we were all scared. Luke wanted to take mom and us far away from him, but mother wouldn't allow it. He still was the father of her children." I shook my head; I could tell she felt it when she looked up at me. I smiled, trying to make her feel better. When in fact I was not okay myself.

"Well... now you know. The horrible truth, of how the one person that should want you doesn't and never did." I sighed, she was completely broken right now.

"Remember when I said you can pick your family?" I waited until I felt her nod.

"Do you want him as your father?" She quickly removed herself and looked at me like I was crazy. I slightly laughed, but kept my eyes on her. Slowly she shook her head no.

"Then, he isn't your father. Your father is Luke." She looked completely confused expression on her face. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

(CLARY POV)

Jace had a point; Luke was more of a father than anything to me. I slumped forward in realization of it. Jace kissed my forehead, moving to get up. But I wasn't going to have that, I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. Bring him back down to me, I brought his lips to mine. Waiting for him to take the lead. I wanted him to feel everything I was feeling for him. I wanted him, I NEEDED him. His hands ended up on my waist, keeping me at a distance but close. I wrapped my arms around his neck, using a finger to play with his hair that hung on his neck.

As the kiss deepened, he brought me closer to him. Our bodies so close I could feel his muscles and body move as we kissed. Our lips moving, melting into each other. I bit his lip tugging it a little, when I heard him groan with pleasure. I smiled to myself, as I moved to his chin trailing kisses down his neck , cross his collar bone.

He was breathing extremely hard, and I knew he was mentally having a battle. When I went to take off- what he called a shirt- he stopped me, his hands wrapped around my wrist, slightly tightening.

"No, Clary. I am not doing this... not on a bus... not when there are six different people just outside that door." He is no fun. I pouted, he opened his eyes, seeing me pouting he smiled and kissed my forehead.

"We should be at a hotel sometime soon." He winked at me, then helped me get up. My muscles hurt from being in that position all night.

"You sir... Are no fun." I left the room, with him laughing.

"Hey Clary. See you finally left your room. Feel any better?" Alec asked, slipping out of his bunk. I smiled at him and nod. Even though I knew he could see my red ringed eyes and dried tear lines.

"Now, what is there to eat?" I ask myself, looking in our make shift Kitchen that I really hated. We usually just keep snack food, so I knew I didn't have a good choice of food. Shutting the last cabinet, I huffed. There was nothing that interests me in eating.

"When are we supposed to be at a hotel? I am hungry." Alec was sitting on one of the chairs staring at the TV. Nothing was on it, it was pitch black, and he must be in his world. Sighing I went back to my room. Jace had turned off the music and was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Do you know when are we supposed to stop at a Hotel? I am freaking hungry, there is nothing on this bus." I plopped myself down on the bed, making Jace move some.

"Maybe an hour or two, I don't know how far we are." I nod, then moving to take off my jacket. I had left it on, from last night and now I was getting a little hot. Looking around the bed room it was slightly messy, but then had this 'clean' factor to it. Wonder when Jace would have enough and start to clean it up. Our dirty clothes were in this pile in the corner, and then our suit cases next to them, then random things neatly placed around the room.

"Clary, just get some sleep. Did you even sleep last night?" Jace asked me, I felt him move and his hand on my shoulder.

"No, I didn't." I sighed, taking off my boots and getting comfortable next to Jace before falling into a deep sleep.

Running. That is what I was doing, but from who? I didn't know, I just knew I had to keep running. That if I stopped, I will be in deep trouble. Going through alley ways and zigzagging through builds, trying to get away. I didn't have a place in mind, but I had ended up at Jace's house. But I knew I was young, we didn't know each other in this dream. But it was diffidently his house, the lights were on. It was a church, but you can tell the bedrooms. For some reason, I stopped, staring up at the beauty. Catching my breath-all at the same time.

Then someone hands were on my shoulder, making me face them. It was HIM. My father, looking extremely pissed. He dragged me away from the building down into an alley. Nobody was around, and even though I was screaming for help before we when got there, nobody answered me. Throwing me up against the wall, he started punching my stomach. Blow after blow after blow, when I would double over in pain, he would hold my head up then just punch. Finally he stopped, but watched me fall into the fall, just to start kicking me again. I didn't know when the pain would stop, I didn't even know why he was punishing me. I wanted to die, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I never wanted to see HIM again.

That's when I saw it, a knife. Pocket knife, to be exact. Letting the moonlight gleam off of it, he laughed. Evil laugh, then looked at me with so much hatred. Raising it into the air then crashing it down to my stomach.

Shooting up in the bed, I realized we were no longer on the bus, but the hotel. I looked around the room, no sign of Jace and no sign of my father. I tried calming down my breathing, if Jace saw how heavy I was breathing he would question it. My dream, none of it happened. And it could mean nothing, but then why would I have the dream? This was stupid, I was afraid of a man I haven't seen in nine, almost ten years. The door opened and Jace walked in with bags.

"Hey, she awakes. So I brought food, just dig in." He set the bags on the table and brought the different food out. I got up and looked at the different things I could eat. Picking a burger and some fries, I sat down at the table.

"So, how did I end up here?" I took a bit, waiting for Jace to answer. But he simply looked at me, like 'are you seriously asking me that question?'

"I carried you up here. You were in such a deep sleep, and I had a feeling you haven't slept that way in a long time. So carrying you it was." I nod, and continued with eating in silence. His voice sounded like unsure, like he wasn't sure that he should've done it. I smile at him, to know let him know nothing is wrong.

"When did we get here?" We were finished with our food, but we remain at the table just staring at each other.

"About an hour ago. It's close to midnight, I had to use the van so I could go through the drive through. If you were wondering about how I got the food." I was, I don't even think of a place that kept the inside out, but the drive through open all night.

"How much longer on this tour? I mean, I like that I am on tour, but all I ever do is sleep really. I don't get anything do." Jace smirked, shaking his head.

"Really, that's all you can really do. When we're on the road but you could always write or draw, hell read a book. Other than when we stop at the venue, that's when we work."

"You make it sound like there is nothing else to do. I mean, if I put my mind into it I think I could come up with a couple of other things."

"Oh? Like what?" I could hear and see the amusement in his voice and on his face.

"Oh, you know.... Think each day of something really stupid to do, then doing it. Maybe start a Vlog. Ooooo, start a clothing line. Maybe... mmmmm." I tapped my chin, like the other oblivious thing was 'bonding' with my boyfriend.

"I think I can find another thing for you to do."

"Oh, what?" I tired putting on this innocent/ clueless look. I hoped it work, Jace just had this predator look to him as we got out of his chair and made his way over to me. Picking me up and placing me on the table. He put himself between my legs, his hands on my waist. Ever so slowly kissing my neck and started making his way up to my lips.

I slipped my hand under his shirt, roaming his chest. Breaking this kiss, I took off his shirt and then he took off mine. As he held on to my waist, I start kissing his chest. Kissing all over, then starting at his belly button I lightly blew trailing my way up to his neck. I heard him groan, that only encourage me. Becoming bolder, I trailed my tongue started from the inside of his neck, to his shoulder. He breathing picked up, and I knew I was doing something right.

Making my way back to his neck, I stopped kissing and lightly sucking a spot. Making a beautiful hickey, I smiled at the mark. Jace chuckled before, running his hand up my stomach over one of my breast. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel his moments. Leaving goose bumps were he last touched, I slightly moaned as his hand moved over my breast.

I put my finger through his belt loop and brought him closer to me. I looked up at him smiling.

"You know... You still are no fun." He smirked, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, really?" I slightly nod, not moving my eyes away from his. "Well... I guess ima have to fix that." He picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around him, before he tossed me on the bed, covering me with his body. Having his body half rest on mine, but his top half was held up by his elbows. He attacked my neck, then slowly starts grinding his bottom half against mine. Damn it, I thought, fighting the urge to moan.

I tried to steady my breathing and my heart beat. Jace moved his hand down my leg, then bring it up to wrap around him. I clasped my finger behind his neck, closing my eyes. He moved down a little, leaving a trail down and across my chest and stomach. I shudder as he moved his hand ever so lightly up my body, then back down it, I just knew he was smirking the whole time. Then I felt him hovering above me again, so I opened my eyes again.

"Now, as you were saying?" He grinned at me; I made a face that caused him to laugh. I pffted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fine. You tease." I leaned up on my elbows as he moved a little off, sitting on his knees. "You're one person that can make me laugh, which is fun because of the way you do it."

"And?" I mentally groaned.

"You're a big baby, 'cause you don't finish what you start." He raised his eyebrows as to say 'oh really'. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the bed, just in my underwear. His hands roam all over my body. Bring him closer to me, I started to kiss him. Using my tongue, I licked his bottom lip, which causes him to open his mouth with a pleasure groaned. As our lips moved together in sync, I unbutton his pants and pushed them down. He kicked them off, and rested his hands on my waist. I mustered all my strength, I could and flip us so I was straddling him.

Jace looked up me amusement written all over his face. I rolled my eyes and unhooked my bra, throwing it to the side. I watched Jace and he looks me up and down, before leaning up barely touching my lips to his.

"Beautiful." From then on, we no longer stopped and asked stupid little questions or made any comments. We worked as one, and believed in each other that this was what the other wanted. I knew I wanted it, it was my next big thing to be close to Jace. I was pretty sure the whole hall could hear me or at least I woke them up, moaning this name the whole time. Though, Jace tried to cover up most of my moans with his lips. At the tip of the ice berg, I had this sudden urge to bite Jace. He just moaned in pleasure, before he clasped next to me. Both breathing hard, after a few deep breathes, calming myself. Then I remembered I bit him.

"Holy Crap, Jace, I didn't mean to bite you." He just laughed, rolling over, bringing me closer to him.

"It's okay." I shook my head, but rested with him. He made circles on my shoulder, while we stayed quite.

"Okay, so next time, we do this at your house. I didn't know you would be so... loud." I giggled, blushing and hiding my face in his chest.

"Crap." I muttered, he started laughing. Like, he was actually laughing at me.

"You're so cute." He kissed the top of my head, me still hiding my face in his chest.

"I am not going to live that down am I?"

"Nope." I sighed and then looked up at him.

"You're an ass. But you're mine. I love you." He smiled, catching my lips. Heat brust through my body, he pulled away all too soon.

"I love you too, screamer." I groaned, closing my eyes and drop my head on his chest. Hearing him laugh again.