Caroline tiptoed to her dorm room. She knew that Elena was going to meet up with Damon and she didn't want to intrude on whatever may or may not being transpiring between them. She listened closely but couldn't make out any voices and when she peeked open the door she found the room empty. She sighed with relief and tossed her purse on her bed.

The fire had been lit, so they must've been there at some point, but knowing the current state of Elena's feelings for Damon she probably opted to go somewhere a little less private so he could divulge all the missing pieces of their romance.

She was relieved to have the place to herself. Tonight was exhausting and all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with a hot cup of B positive and finish the final chapters of Divergent. She kneeled down beside her mini fridge and opened the door to retrieve her midnight snack when the distinct sound of the shower turning on halted her.

Hmm, she thought. Elena must not have gone anywhere.

She poured the remaining contents of one of their blood bags into a cup and placed it in the microwave. After changing into her pajamas she slipped on her bunny slipper and made her way to the bathroom to first check on Elena and then begin her nightly beautification routine. Not that she needed to worry about all that, seeing as she was dead and all, but washing her face, applying creams and brushing her teeth made her feel a little closer to her humanity.

She creaked open the door and steam began to pour out. A pile of clothes were in the middle of the floor, which she would have paid no mind to if it weren't for the fact that they were covered in blood.

"Elena?" she said out loud, "What happened?"

She thought for a moment that things had turned badly with Damon but realization hit her quicker than that when she noticed the pattern of shirt on the floor. A black and gray striped t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, both soaked in blood and she knew who the infiltrator was even before he spoke.

"Hello, Gorgeous!" Enzo said and poked his head out from behind the curtain.

"Enzo, what the hell are you doing here?" she all but screeched at him.

"I'm talking a shower, Caroline, what does it look like?"

"Why are you taking a shower in my dorm room?!" Her voice raised another octave and her hands flailed out to her sides.

His head disappeared back behind the curtain and he laughed. "I wanted to see you but not in the state I was in and so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone."

"You're unbelievable!"

"That's what they say," he rebutted with that air of cockiness that always seemed to seep out of him.

Caroline folded her arms across her chest and glared at the plastic floral shower curtain. "You can't just come in here and take over my bathroom," she bellowed.

"Why? Were you needing to take a shower?"

She couldn't see him but she could imagine the smirk that was playing at the corner of his mouth. Oh so proud of himself for his quick wit and playfulness.

"No, I don't need to take a shower!"

"Oh, well I was going to say," he started and peeked his head out from the curtain one more time, "there's plenty of room and hot water if you wanted to join me." He waggled his eyebrows and flashed that devil's grin her way. However, his delight was stripped from his face when Caroline had managed to direct a bottle of hand lotion square between his eyes.

"Well that was uncalled for, love, you could've just declined."

He scurried behind the curtain once more when Caroline lifted another cosmetic weapon above her head and aimed.

"Get out!"

"Fine," he said and the water shut off, and then it happened - quicker than she'd expected. Enzo flung the shower curtain open and stood there in all his glory. Her eyes grew wide, her cheeks flushed and although she was momentarily caught off guard by the mere perfection of his toned physique, she spun around to avoid looking at him any further. Unfortunately, a mirror was behind her and there he was again. Still flashing that wicked grin, still dripping wet, and still completely exposed. She made eye contact with him briefly before throwing her hand over her eyes and pointing aggressively at the door.

"Enzo!"

"I'd be happy to get out of your hair, gorgeous, if you wouldn't mind handing me a towel."

Caroline's shoulders sagged and with one hand over her eyes she fumbled around blindly for the towel hanging on the rack. She grabbed hold and flung it behind her.

"Here, now hurry up and get dressed so I can toss you out on your ass."

She didn't wait to hear his protests and stormed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. When she was safely on the other side she let it sink in, and a naked Enzo continued to flash in her mind.

"There's no need to be so modest, Caroline, you obviously enjoyed the view."

The indignant screech that came from her mouth and the slew of profanities even took her by surprise. "This is 2014, you idiot, you can't just go around undressing in front of women and expect them to swoon," she yelled at the door. "It's called harassment!"

"Well from the looks of things, you were the one who was sexually assaulting me with your eyes," he hollered back at her.

Another indignant screech.

"You threw yourself at me! An unwelcomed sight, might I add!"

"Really?" he said as he opened the door.

She spun around now that he was properly clothed, or so she thought. He stood in the doorway with nothing but her towel wrapped around his waist and…

"Oh my god, is that my toothbrush?"

He took the toothbrush from his mouth and examined it before shrugging. "Could be."

"Give me that!" she reached for it but he placed it behind him and high above his head. It wasn't until she bumped into his bare chest trying to grasp the dental tool that she realized how close she actually was to him.

He looked down at her, his face mere inches from her own. His hair was still dripping and he smelled of her lavender bodywash. "Are you going to give me that?" she all but whispered, attempting to add a bit of darkness and warning to her voice.

"I don't know," he whispered back, but there was no playfulness in his tone. "I'm quite enjoying your nearness at the moment."

She took a step back, and then another, until her legs bumped into her bed. It was getting a little too serious for her liking and as reasonable and level headed as she was, a vampire can only handle so much sexual tension before she snaps.

The playful banter, the road trips and the overall pleasant company that Enzo provided her in the past few weeks had been…fun. He helped keep her mind off of things when she became too serious or too broody. He made her laugh and above all else, made her care for something (or someone) other than her missing best friend and her dead one as well.

Was the sexual tension there? Of course it was, he was a charming and seductive vampire hottie and she had thought about jumping on the Enzo train more than once. Especially after witnessing him with that witch in the coat check room.

"I'm sorry, Caroline."

His sudden apology had her snapping her head up to see if it was really him that said it. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I realize now the error in my ways. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Just when she thought she had him pegged, he turns right around and surprises her again. "Well…um..well that's-"

"I'll just grab my stuff and get out of your hair."

He turned around and went to retrieve his things when a small voice, that she realized was her own, stopped him.

"You don't have to go."

He turned back around and cocked his head to the side, his jaw ticking in the other direction. "Pardon?"

"Well…I don't hate your company, and I am happy to see you alive even though you got yourself into that mess this evening."

He gave her another cocky grin, reverting back to his over confident self, "Is that all?" he asked and took a few steps toward her.

No, that wasn't all. You're a sexy, towel clad, piece of British ass and if I were the type of girl to live in the moment and not overanalyze the crap out of things, you'd be on your back and I'd be riding you until the sun came up.

Caroline cleared her throat and tried to ignore the smolder that was closing in on her personal space. "Elena will be back soon," she all but blurted and he stopped just short of a few inches from her face. "We can watch a movie or something…I have popcorn." She rambled, "Or we can just share a blood bag and…um…talk?"

He leaned back as if assessing her ideas and trying to get a read on what she really meant by "talk".

"Talk?" he said out loud.

"Yeah…talk…you know," she said sheepishly tossing her head around like a bobble head on a dashboard. "Talk…"

She smiled widely at him, and that seemed to do the trick. He laughed and nodded his head, the tension in the air lightening as he took a step back.

"Well, I better go find someone my size," he said and looked down at his naked chest.

"What?" she asked slightly confused.

"Well I'm not very well going to put my soiled clothes back on. There's got to be a chap around here somewhere that can lend a guy some clothes."

She shook her head and registered what he was talking about. "You didn't bring a change of clothes?"

"Let's just say I was hoping I wouldn't need them," he told her before slipping into the hall with a wink and a smile, in search of a temporary wardrobe.

Caroline stared at the closed door and took a deep breath.

Maybe, just to be safe, she should ask Elena to find somewhere else to stay for the night.