Stefan POV

I'm in the shower, my back pressed against the cool tile. Katherine is a lifesaver. If not for her, I probably would still be walking around here last. Hot water rebuke my body, but I'm too tired to care. I'll stay there a few more minutes before I'm snapped out of my thoughts.

"Stefan, what's going on with you?" Katherine asks. "We did not speak for almost a year."

I moan, not wanting to be reminded of the girl next door. I turn off the shower, wrapping a towel around my hips.

Katherine down on your heel, wrapped in his sheets.

"You know how I had this little problem before I moved here?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "You do not help with that?"

I shook my head yes. "I have to distract and distance myself, but I do not know if I can with this."

Katherine moans. "So what do you do? How old is the Stefan?"

"I do not know how old she is. She looks around fifteen or sixteen years." I tell her.

"Your younger. Stefan what you going to do? I do not think your parents would like it with a 27-year-old," she spat out.

"I know Katherine, that's when you come in. I need you to be there as my distraction. I need to be able to have sex with you whenever I need to. I really do not want to take innocent this girl out," I tell her.

Katherine looks at me. It gives me an 'I can not believe I'm doing this' look.

"Okay, Stefan. Just because I do not want you to play with this girl. She is nothing more than a child, and that's the reason you moved here anyway. Besides, it will be like old times" she says.

I let out a breath I did not know I was holding inside. My hands cup his face.

"Thank you, Kat." I say, calling her by name.

She smiles. "I want something out of this though."

I knew it.

"What else could be better than starting to have sex with me?" I tease.

Katherine mocked. "I want you to buy all my groceries for as long as we fuck. Deal?"

I laughed. It never changed. "Yes Katherine. For fucks well, yes."

She leaves with a proud smile.

What have I gotten my self in?

Davina POV

I hate moving to new places, but for the work of my father, so I'll have to deal with it. I am currently in my room while the mother gets to know the neighbors. She says he is called to be friendly, but I'm much too tired to join her.

I plan to meet one of my neighbors. The guy across the street. It sounds like fun. I'm not very shy when it comes to guys, but I felt very intimidated by it. His eyes felt like they were looking right into my soul. I can still feel his hard gaze on my body. Although I could not see his face. But I could see her long curly hair. I also saw his thin body.

There is a knock at the door, pulling me from my train of thought. I groan, quickly get out of bed. I make my way downstairs, looking through the peephole, just to see the back of a man.

Without hesitation, I open the door to be met by a turn. The man turns around, and I'm greeted by vibrant green eyes. My eyes widened when I realize it's the man next door. Its height towers over mine, and his eyes bore into green complete. My eyes wander; lips heart shape are watered by their language. I can only imagine what he could do with his tongue.

His face looks perfectly sculpted, and his chin looks as if it could cut marble. It has a slightly growing mustache, making him look even manlier. I notice the tattoos that are scattered around the arm. His fingers are connected together, and they are long and slender. Oh how I would love them in-.

"Hi, I'm Stefan Salvadore, and I live across the street. I just stopped by to introduce myself."

He smiles at me, seeming to interrupt my thoughts. I blush for him, a dimple appearing on each of his cheeks. His hoarse, raspy voice still rings in my ears. The accent guys makes it ten times hotter.

"Uh .. My Name my name is D-Davina," I stammer.

I never stutter. He smiled at that.

"You live here alone?" he asks.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

"Oh. Well how old are you?" he asks.

This is getting wired now.

"Sixteen" is the only thing I manage to squeak out.

"I'm Twenty Seven. Well, it was nice to see him around, Davina. If you need anything, I'm across the street. Take care, love," he says.

My heart pounds, and my legs feel like jelly. I give him a goodbye, closing the door. Although I end up slipping it in frustration. If only it was not much older than me.

If only.

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