"I want to be your last" Klaus' words echoed. It was something in the way he said it, the way he looked at her when stressing the word 'last'. It's not as if he hadn't displayed any form of flirtation yet, but this time it seemed full of meaning. Full of emotion. The image of him smiling with the corner of his murderous lips was inevitably in her mind. But first, and foremost it was the way his hazel eyes smiled as he said it, accompanying the feeling the words promoted, escorting the honesty that slipped away gently.

Caroline lidded her eyes slightly concentrating on her decision. She had almost been an hour there and still seemed doubtful (rare, if I may add when talking about Caroline's decisiveness) and although she saw and re-saw all the possibilities none of them made her impatience vanish as she expected. It has been said that, when you find 'the dress' you do feel something moving, as if compelling let's say. This had to be perfect. And that would also include, wearing the perfect dress. It was a special occasion, and the mere idea of it made her eyes shine in a way only Caroline's eyes could shine. With such honesty and enchantment. "This one" she paused suddenly "definitely".

It all happened before she could even imagine it. He was there, she was there. Tyler was back. For good. He had allowed it for her. And though they did hug, and kiss it was something that happened that concerned her. Or something that didn't happen. It was as if her expectation had not met with real life yet. She expected something completely different; she expected to feel the same. But to be completely real, months apart did change them in ways they couldn't imagine. They changed physically, yes. But it was when she lay in bed with him that she realized her desire was not so present any more. Having Tyler sleeping next to her made her realized they had changed in other ways too. It wasn't necessarily something he said, or did anymore. It was not as if their lips tasted different, or his caresses had changed, but more she herself had grown to like other caresses and certainly other lips even though she did not admit it.

How could she? How could she dare when her 'first love', as he called Tyler, was now back home? She didn't dare to think of other prohibited lips or caresses. In fact no, she wouldn't. She refused to the idea that she was thinking about him now. Now, when she had all she had been thinking about for the last months (or so she thought). How could she prefer lips that had been sucking innocent people's lives? How on earth could she believe in those imaginary caresses he had created for her? No. Caroline stood up and cautiously walked out of the house, leaving Tyler deeply asleep. She walked quickly looking, but not seeing where she was headed to. She felt the urge to walk it off and clear her head, because something must have been really wrong if she was thinking about Klaus. Ugh, Klaus. The idea of him revolted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" a voice shook her from her thoughts.

"Klaus" she fixated her eyes on him with disgust "what are you doing here?"

"I had some private matters to discuss with the Salvatore brothers although I am assuming you are looking for Stefan, right my dear?" Caroline looked away trying not to focus on his concentrated amount of flirtation, she nodded carelessly. "Well, he's inside and in a very astonishing good mood if you ask me"

"Good" she frowned "I didn't ask"

"What's gotten into you love?" he smiled to himself "isn't your graduation present what you wanted?" the corners of his mouth smiled again.

"Yes" she said briefly "I just didn't want to wake him up" she added knowing that would cut the flirtatious dialogue he intended to have.

He nodded understandingly and started walking away though she stopped him instantly.

"What do you want Klaus?"

"Well we both know what I want" he contemplated her smiling with a touch of bitterness.

"I mean in return" Klaus looked confused "for Tyler"

"It's a gift, love" he continued "you don't need to give anything in return" he sounded forced as if he had never done it before. Caroline sighed relieved. "Although I would fancy one thing"

She stared at him expectantly. "Perhaps… a kiss?"

"Are you nuts?" she puffed.

He took a step closer, enough for her to feel his breathing. She closed her eyes knowing what would come next. But all that happened was a tender a reverent kiss on her cheek. A kiss of lips that were never so close. Never so gentle. And never so wanted. And before she could open her eyes he whispered to her ear "Perhaps, I am". A whisper so quiet that seemed almost imperceptible among the blowing wind that took him away suddenly.

She opened her eyes. The idea of him revolted her, or did it?