Would it be too much for Alec if he called him beautiful? Jace never hesitated or doubted himself when trying to decide what to say or do next. He acted. He followed his instincts and his impulses.

Which is exactly why he was a vampire.

A vampire who had somehow managed to screw up an amazing and romantic thought process. He was suppose to say something about Alec being the bud who was waiting for the right person to share himself with.

"Why I would think you've already bloomed?"

Yes. Jace. Pay attention. You called him a bud and said you wouldn't call him pretty.

To hell with restraint. Jace was over the desk and sitting in front of Alec, his legs on either side of him rather than actually being in his lap the way Jace had wanted. Some restraint, then.

"Because I've never met anyone like you. I think you're beautiful, but you're so much more than anyone has ever known. Alec Lightwood."

He leaned forward, bright eyes wandering over Alec's face, noticing the way his eyelashes were so dark and thick. Like his hair.