I love Stefan. Stefan was sweet and understanding and sensitive and he would never hurt her. Stefan she could count on. He was safe.
Damon was mysterious and dangerous in the best way, and he'd never leave her and he could never, ever hurt her. Somewhere, she knew that.
But I do not love that boy.
"Hello, Elena," A voice said, interrupting her musings.
"What do you want, Damon?" She deadpanned.
"I was bored and you know how I love to annoy others," he smirked, taking a step closer.
"Believe me, I do." She snorted, not moving even as he stepped forward. He wasn't going to hurt her, never had he planned to.
"As long as we're clear on that." He took a final step before he was directly in front of her, half an inch between them. All either of them had to do was lean forward. "I really must be going," he said, leaving, looking as if he regretted the action. Good that he didn't she was aching for him to come back and kiss her.
I just might love that boy.