Jace HerondaleAt the mall, I’d stocked up on socks, underwear, jeans, and some long-sleeved pullovers. I grabbed a second pair of shoes too. When my place was ransacked by that crazy maniac I’d been at class, which meant my only surviving possessions had been the clothes on my back, plus my backpack and laptop. Friends had loaned me things, and although the insurance check hasn't come in yet, so it's time to restock with essentials.I went to a mega-center, one of those places open twenty-four hours, and I got some pillows, sheets, towels, shampoo, bodywash, a couple of disposable razors, and a new electric toothbrush. As I walked by a display of fresh flowers, an idea struck me. I picked up a big bouquet of wildflowers, then headed off... Tossing a package of chocolates and treats in my cart, I grinned wryly. Maybe this was all part of being a good roommate. Then again, maybe I wanted to fuck her more than I want to admit to myself. Shaking the thoughts away, I headed off to the ch
Hera LightwoodI can't, I just can't with this guy.I'm standing in my new room, my hands on my hips with my heart still pounding and beating rapidly inside my chest. It's a strange mix of desire and anger. I'm not sure what to do with it.It's just day One....One freaking day with him!And am already feeling this way, why did I suddenly have the urge to go pee?”I thought to myself mentally groaning as i dragged my hair out of my head frustratingly..Which by the way hurts like hell...Jace, Jace.....I still don't know which word to use to describe him yet!!!Day one and already nothing is going as planned. I thought a lot of different things about doing this, and now I'm questioning all of it.How the hell am I going to survive with this guy here for lord knows how long? Especially if it turns out gray jogging pants and him being practically naked are his everyday attire. I'll never be able to look at him without my eyes wanting to drop to the bulge between his legs.I run open pal
Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.The sound of a loud beep rouses me awake. I sit up quickly and lash out to strike the alarm on the nightstand that isn't going off. It's not the alarm making that noise, it's a car on the street below.It's seven in the morning, the sun is shining bright through the open windows. From up here, it almost feels like home—almost. I climb out of bed and walk to the window. Looking out straight, the bright blue sky, the thick puffy clouds rolling by, and with the sun still rising over the horizon.I drop my eyes down, finding my new life in the busy morning street. It's a totally different world. With my forehead pressed to the glass, cars and buses are coming and going in both directions, people are moving like working bees, zipping by on bikes, and walking with their phones glued to their ears.A sliver of fear mixes with excitement. This is nothing like my life before. Everything is moving, constantly making noise with no down time. I'm afraid I won't like this n
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.I place my hands on my chest and lay back on the bed. I'm looking up at the ceiling, but my eyes keep shifting to the door. She's right there. Right across the hall. Two steps are basically all that separate us.I should have just gone for it. Why the hell didn't I?There was a split second where I thought she was going to come to me, but she didn't. She shied away and retreated her bedroom. . . Her bedroom that's right there. Her room that she's laying in, maybe in some cute nightie with naked legs and a bra-less chest.My dick thickens as I picture her in tiny little shorts that her ass hangs out of, and a tank-top with no bra. Beaded nipples poking against the fabric as she runs a single finger up between her tits to her mouth to nibble on her nail.I grip my dick and adjust the hard muscle. I fucking want her. I want her so damn bad, but I know shouldn't. Isabelle would be so pissed if she found out we slept together. I know this like I know the sky is blue
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.So after many days of tiptoeing around eachother, the sexual tension. They still tried to live together and now they're trying to have dinner like any normal roommate.Although pretty sure they're anything from normal!But that still doesn’t tell me why medicine.”Hera placed her elbows on the table, leaning closer.“I knew from an early age that one day I’d have to carry on the family legacies. It was the only thing I was sure of. But I didn't just want my family's legacies, yes I have a responsibility. I guess subconsciously I chose a field where taking care of others was the focus and making a name for myself.Smiling at me fondly, Hera twirled a piece of her shiny blond hair between her fingers. “Were you always such a good kid, a serious student.”“Don’t patronize me. I was a nerd.” I set my napkin beside my now empty plate.She laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile. “I didn’t say that.”“That’s only because you were trying to be nice.”She shrugged. “It’s
Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.When I woke up, I was sure last night had just been a bad dream. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed and saw the champagne bottle and glass on my floor, frowning as memories of last night clawed at the edges of my brain. I steeled myself and tiptoed into the hall. The house was totally quiet. Jace's bedroom door was mostly shut, and I rushed past it. A Post-it note was stuck to the coffeemaker, Jace's messy handwritten scrawled across the paper.We need to talk.Four little words shouldn’t have had the ability to make me break out in hives, but when the reality of last night came crashing back, I had to grip the counter for support. I had actually seriously propositioned him for sex. This was the reality I had to deal with now. Hanging my head in my hands, I inhaled deeply.If I could stay in my room and hide all day, I would. But then my new dog let out another whimper.“Okay. Come on, buddy.” I grabbed his leash and slipped my feet into my shoes, a
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.Have you decided yet?” Dr. Stinson asked, standing beside me.I looked down at the options again and frowned. Turkey meat loaf or lasagna. If I was going to rock Hera’s world tonight, I wanted to eat light. I didn’t want a stomach full of heavy food to impact my performance.“I might just hit the salad bar,” I said, turning to see if the offerings looked wilted.Dr. Stinson chuckled. “I wasn’t asking if you’d decided on dinner. I meant your specialty. You have a clear talent for setting the opposite sex at ease. You’d make a great women’s care practitioner.”Grabbing a tray from the stack, I followed him to the salad bar. “I’ve been thinking more about, uh . . .”The first thing that jumped into my mind was cardiology. That was what I’d said when Hera had asked. But that was Dr. Stinson’s specialty, and I knew if I said that, he’d start talking my ear off. And I really wanted a break from intense career discussions right now.“Plastic surgery,” I finally blurte
Hera LightwoodAs I sat there listening to the spray of the shower, my jitters multiplied. Jace was barely ten feet from me, readying himself for our agreed-upon sexual encounter, but now I felt more unsure than ever.Last night when I’d challenged him—called him out on his cocky opinion that after just one night, women fell hopelessly in love with him—I’d felt sexy, brazen, emboldened by the alcohol, spurred on by the illicit undertones of our late-night conversation. Now, stone-cold sober and with nothing to do all day but think it over, I no longer felt fun and flirty. Every negative possible consequence had replayed through my brain for hours.Isabelle would probably never speak to me again if I seduced her brother. Was I really willing to ruin my friendship for a couple of good orgasms? And besides that,. Or rather, I was too young for him. I’d probably disappoint him in the bedroom with a lackluster performance. And what if what he said was true—that he was so amazing in bed, I’