Damon looked at me. His azure eyes staring into my chocolate eyes. He smiled. We were standing on the porch of my house-now that Jenna was dead the house belonged to me. Damon turned around and walked down the porch steps, walking towards his car."No, you know what if I have to feel guilty about something; I'll feel guilty about this."He walks towards me with a pace-similar to a jaguar's. Damon grabs me around the waist and pulls me in for a bone-crushing heated kiss.
At that instant, every sense in my body was on alert and heightened.
At that instant, I realized what I felt for Damon was love. Not the kind of love, I felt for Stefan. The love I felt for Stefan was the love I needed when my parents died and Jeremy started doing drugs. It was the kind of love that took away my pain. The kind of love that made me feel something, when I was numb. Now, I needed real love. I needed the love that made you burn from the inside. I needed my soul mate ,I needed true love.
Damon made me forget he was my ex-boyfriend's brother. He made me forget my problems. He made me forget everything, except the fact that I loved him in that single kiss. I no longer loved Stefan, what I needed now was Damon Salvatore.