Watching Damon cook had slowly become one of my favourite things to do.
His concentration on the steaming pot was fascinating. The way he spun round to grab some herb behind him. It was almost like he was dancing. I took another sip of the wine he poured for me. I feel light headed and carefree.
He caught me staring.
"What? Afraid I'm gonna poison you?" he said as he sprinkles something in the pot.
"Maybe."
He grins.
We eat dinner, which is surprisingly good. Maybe being trapped in a time loop is making Damon's cooking skills better.
He starts cleaning up the dishes. We agreed that we would take turns with the dishes, although Damon sometimes just runs away and pretends he doesn't know that he's supposed to be doing them.
I've never realised how sexy Damon was. Stop. Stop thinking that Bonnie. That's Elena's boyfriend.
Well, he's dead. I mean, does that make him available?
Nope. Nope. I'm not doing this.
I clear my throat, and grab the paper.
Damon looks up. "Found out what that word was?"
"Not yet."
I hear his footsteps coming and try to stop myself from looking at him.
He leans over my shoulder. He smelt whiskey and like the wonderful soup he was cooking.
"Hm." he mumbles.
I felt his gaze shift to me. I can't help but look at him.
His eyes are unreal. It's scary.
I catch myself staring at his lips and I can't stop.
He's so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck.
I lick my lips.
He watches my every move. Like a predator watching it's prey.
I'm about to move away when I feel his lips suddenly on mine. It felt so good.
I kiss back, and I forget everything I was worried about. Everything melts away in a blissful happiness.
He wraps his arms around my waist.
I swing my arms around his neck.
We sit like this for a few minutes. All the while kissing.
I feel his hands shift down to my thighs. He grabs onto them and shifts them onto his hips.
I don't stop him.
Without me noticing, he's moved us onto a bed.
He lays me down and looks at me.
He doesn't say anything, He just looks at me with a questioning look.
I nod slightly.
He gently puts his hands on my waist. It tingles where ever he touches. He pulls up my shirt.
I raise my arms and he pulls the shirt off and tosses it on the floor.
I feel something hard pressing on me.
Hey there! hope you enjoyed this chapter, If there is any mistakes I apologise. I was very tired when I wrote this... Anyway, favourite this if ya liked it and I'll be sure to upload another chapter as soon as possible! Thanks!