Damon's POV
She's sitting in front of me, watching me, with those doe eyes I adore so much. Her thin auburn hair, flowing down her shoulders, as does water down a stream. Her lips curled, showing that smile that could light up the whole room. She was laughing at something that I said but I couldn't remember what it was. My whole mind and body was paying its full attention to how beautiful she looked in that simple white blouse and mini skirt. "Damon?" she whispers slowly as I snap back to what was happening in front of me. "Mhmm?" I mumble softly. "You weren't even listening to me, were you?" she asks as she puts on that cute little pout; just the thought of biting down on that bottom lip... "No, no I was. You were talking about that girl's night out that you had with Caroline" I answer, remembering the only thing that came into my mind. "Yeah, like 5 hours ago, come on Damon, Whatcha thinkin' about?" She whispers, as her eyes soften. You Elena, you're all I can ever think about. The thought of waking up to you besides me every morning keeps me up at night, and how I'd be able to kiss you and mark you as mine with love bites. But that's the problem…You're not mine... You're his…."Just how amazing this coffee is, I mean wow. It is amazing" I say, curling my lips into a smirk that always brings a smile to her face. "Ugh Damon, Why do I put up with you?" she says as she giggles softly and smacks my arm gently. "My good looks?" I say as I laugh along, enjoying the way her giggle vibrated threw my eardrums and down my whole being.
Elena's POV
He's sitting in front of me; I can see he's not paying attention to a word I'm saying, so I take this time to admire his features. The way his jaw line predominantly finds its way back to his ears, and how his shoulders looked under his tight dark long sleeved polo shirt, I could just run my hands down his shoulders, his arms, to his hands. Oh his hands. The way they felt so warm and gentle and how smooth they were to the touch. But the number one thing that drew any woman in are his eyes. His grey orbs could look straight through any poker face (not to mention that is the reason we happen to NEVER play poker anymore) and how they could just read you like an open book. His dark black locks of hair, falling messily onto his forehead. How I could just run my hands through those messy curls and never let go. I take a quick sip of the coffee that I had left to cool to bring me back to reality. "Damon?" I whisper slowly, watching him come back from where ever he was and look straight into my eyes. "Mhmm?" he mumbles softly. "You weren't even listening to me, were you?" I ask as I put on the pout that I knew would drive him crazy. "No, no I was. You were talking about that girl's night out that you had with Caroline" he answers. "Yeah, like 5 hours ago, come on Damon, Whatcha thinking about?" I ask, knowing that he had zoned out, as I did, a few moments ago; I wanted to know why. "Just how amazing this coffee is, I mean wow. It is amazing" he says as he curls his lips to a smirk that makes me melt. "Ugh Damon, why do I put up with you?" I say as I giggle softly and smack his arm gently. "My good looks?" he says as he started to laugh along. That's not the only reason…