Clary´s POV:

My eyes flickered open as I heard noises from the bedroom, but Rosy still kept quiet. There were no need for time to remember what happened last night since I was aware of every single kiss he left on my body.

His arms were wrapped around me and kept me warm, while my head rested on his chest. It was such a crazy feeling to realize how much you missed something you didn´t even noticed when you hadn´t, but the moment you were allowed to have it again.

Guilt was all over me and I felt like it was written on my forehead, but why did it felt so good then? Since I just slept with my ex boyfriend, who actually were in a relationship with another pretty girl I was officially a slut now.

Never in my wildest dreams I would have imagined to ever do something like that, but in a crazy way I felt like I understood all of this cheaters out there, who had secretly affairs.

What if it felt so right, even just for the night and the next morning? My deep thoughts were interrupted as Rosy suddenly started to cry.

Harry mumbled something and pulled me closer to him, but I had to stay up and pick her up. Naked I walked over to the clothes we dropped next to the sofa and I picked up Harrys´ shirt and pulled it over my head before I looked for my panties.

Where the hell where them? Finally I found them laying under the sofa and I headed over to Rosy. Her eyes were already red and her little fists wiped the tears all over her face.

“Hey, little pumpkin”, I greeted her and lifted her up. Nearly immediately her little head dropped down to my shoulder and her hands pulled into Harrys´shirt.

With her on my arms I walked over to the bathroom, not without taking another look at the sleeping Harry, who still laid passed out on the couch. His curls were all over his face and he snorted a little.

As I stepped into the bathroom to pick up a new diaper the smile on my face died. My reflection stared back at me in the same shocked way I did.

Swellings were especially on the right side of my face, where the guy had hit me the hardest. My lips locked cracked and there were cuts in them and the most horrifying parts, where the ones where bruises ran over my face, which already constructed scaly skin over it.

The bright light made a weird difference between my pale and white skin and the green, blue and light purple bruising and I carefully touched the sensitive parts.

Ashamed of myself I looked away and quickly grabbed a diaper and left the mirror behind. I hid my face in Rosy´s warm hair and kissed her little forehead.

“Clary?”, Harrys´ voice asked after me, but I was afraid to show him my face like that, so I didn´t responded. Suddenly he stood right in front of me, only wearing his boxers and looking like a god to me. He reacted differently to my face than I had.

Slowly he moved closer until he stood in front of me before he gently touched my cheek and then the other one. He did the same with every single injured part of my face before his lips finally found mine. Carefully his lips laid on mine and I realized that he had never kissed me so faintly and passionate at the same time.

Rosy squeezed happy and reached her little bail handle after his face and I stared up into his green eyes as well.

“What are we doing?”, I whispered while studying every single line of his face.

“We´re doing what feels right, doesn´t it?”, his warm breath reached my face and I closed my eyes.

So many nights I spent alone in my bed. Too many times I reached out for someone next to me, who wasn´t there.

He was right, this between us felt like it was natural and I craved for every single touch of his finger on my skin, no matter where.

Craved for the sound of his laughter, his smile and the deep dimples on his cheeks, the smell of his skin, the feeling of his abs under my finger, the way he said my name, he looked at me, sang all those songs with the perfect lyrics, the way he acted around Rosy, took care of me and made me feel.

Even though this was one of the wrongest things I ever did in my life, probably it actually was the worst I couldn´t stop. No matter how badly I wanted to, I just couldn´t.

Harrys´ POV:

Rosy squealed happily as she saw the the action happen in front of her and I wondered how she could find this horrible, senseless TV shows for children entertaining at all.

Clary´s head rested on my shoulder and I drew little circles on her back, while we watched sat on the sofa, enjoying each others company. Her fingers slipped into mine and we both glanced down at them.

“I don´t want you to go back to her”, she suddenly whispered and I could tell she was full of pain as she spoke.

Her words made her so vulnerable, even more than the bruises on her face did and I placed a finger under her chin to force to look at me. The moment her eyes locked into mine, I could see the tears, which were standing in them.

“I just...the thought makes me sick...”, her voice was a faint howl and the only thing I wanted to do this moment was fix her.

“Ssch, hey...hey...”, I leaned down to her and rested my forehead against hers. Gentle I let my hands wander up her arms up and down as she focused on calming down again.

“Clary, I´ll end things with her, if you want me to. I don´t have to go back to her again...like ever.”

The second the words left my mouth, I knew they were true. Aimee was great, she was funny, talented, clever and pretty. However I couldn´t miss the fact anymore, that she simply wasn´t Clary. She´d never been and she never will be.

Was I a bad person for thinking something like this? Definitely.

Did I felt ashamed because of that fact? Yup.

But did it mattered to me in the end? Not at all.

Because this was all I ever wanted. Her skin on mine and her breath close to my ear.

“You can´t just...leave her!”, Clary suddenly said and pulled away from me. Restless she stood up and started to walk up and down the living room.

“She...she loves you! And I´m a girl and I know how much it would hurt her! Even if she only knew about the kiss, not to mention the sex! She´s so pretty and smart and she has been with you the last months, where I just pretended I wouldn´t care about you at all! Her heart will shatter into million pieces and she´ll feel like a stupid, childish girl, who gave her heart to a rough, bad heartbreaker! Then she´ll cry and cry and asks herself how she could have been so stupid and what´s wrong with her, that she never gets the good boys and she´ll assume that it´s all just because of her, even though we both know she´s so freaking adorable and could probably fuck with the whole college year!”

The words just swirled out of her mouth and I found it hard to understand everything she said.

“Clary...”, I tried to interrupt her by she just got one with her panicky talking.

“Clary!”, this time louder and she finally stopped where she was.

“It´s okay”, I tried to calm her down, but her eyes only got even more guilty.

“She thinks you´re going to propose to her soon”, she stated tortured and dropped down next to Rosy, putting her on her lap and stroking over her head. My mouth hang open for some seconds before I was able to response at all.

“She...what?”, was all I could press out.

“Aimee told Taylor and me the evening we had dinner before everything got out of control. She said she found the little, important box in your drawer”, Clary said and her voice was depressed.

The fact that I was considered to propose to Aimee seemed to really break her down and she refused to look me in the eyes.

“A box in the drawer...oh...that´s not a ring”, I let out surprised as I tried to imagine what Aimee said she found. Clary raised her eyebrows and gave me a confused look.

“You little smarty, you should be the only one beside me, who should know what´s in there”, I smiled at her.

“I don´t...get it.”

“It´s a necklace, Clary”, I explained to her.

“Oh”, her lips formed the small letter.

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