She'd known him for 3 years. 3 years. They'd fought, made up, cried and laughed and no matter how much she tried to convince herself they hadn't…
They'd fallen in love.
She'd never say how she felt out loud though. That would be a bad idea. Everything would go down the drain, all the hard work to get Stefan back and all those times she had stopped herself from dropping everything and kissing Damon right on the spot.
So she kept it a secret, no matter how hard it was, she had to keep a straight face around him and pretend she wasn't grinning like a school girl in love beneath it.
She had to stop herself from falling into his arms and kissing him when it was all she wanted to do.
And worst of all, she had to pretend that everything he did had no effect on her; like her heartbeat didn't speed up whenever their hands connected or their bodies accidentally touched.
Because no matter how many times Elena had told herself they weren't, the butterflies were always there.
And always will be.