I hadn't expected to find Damon sitting on my bed, looking like someone had kicked him while he was down. "Have you been drinking?" I asked softly. He put his fingers together, 'Jus a little' they seemed to say. "And your upset, thats not a good combination." I couldn't resist brushing a few dark tendrils away from his eyes. "Not upset, upset applies to those who care." He was angry, my heart was beating so hard it hurt. "That's a lie Damon. You care." I whispered. Looking up at me, he actually glared. "You're surprised that I thought you would kiss me back?" He got up. "What we've been doing here, means something." A tense pause and then he spoke again. "You're the liar Elena." He stalked closer to me. "There is something going on between the two of us. And you know it. And your lyring to me. And your lying to Stefan. And most of all your lying to yourself. " His hands cupped my face. "I can prove it." Crushing his lips to mine, I could taste his pain, rejection, love and longing. "Damon don't. Your better then this." I tried pulling away. "I'm not." He replied. Bringing his lips back to mine. Pulling away, I planted my hands on his chest. "No, Damon. I can't." He held my hands to his chest. "I care about you, I do. But..." And for some reason I couldn't finish my sentence. "But what?" He whispered softly. Instead of pushing him away, like I was supposed to I stepped closer. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Burying my face into his neck. "I...I love you." I whispered so softly. I almost hoped that he didn't hear me. Pushing me back only slightly, he looked into my eyes. "Say that again." His eyes were hopeful. " I love you."