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Stefan's touch was warm. He ran his fingers up her neck, and she breathed in his smell.
Elena rolled over, her back turned away from him, and her eyes closed, but this didn't discourage him. He kept his fingers in contact with her skin.
"Stefan.." She murmured into her pillow.
He didn't respond, but she didn't bother trying to repeat herself. She blinked an eye at the alarm clock beside her. It read '2:40 AM' to her distaste. The room was aglow gently, only from the moonlight seeping through gaps in her curtains.
She let her eyes linger shut again, feeling his gentle exotic touch massage her shoulders, and she sighed into relaxation again.
"I love you Stefan." She smiled, turning back to facing him. Her dark eyes were still re-adjusting to the darkness around her, and she couldn't see his perfect face yet, much to her disappointment.
She loved everything about him. His hair, chiseled features, soft skin and gentle touch. She loved how he was familiar to her, and his lovely perspective on everything around him. His opinion and how he thought she was the center of the world, and right for him. She loved his electrifying blue eyes..
Blue?
The colour of his irises hit her, and she started to scream.
"Damon?"