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Seconds after she'd slammed the door - he'd opened it again but she was already gone by then and maybe, that was for the best. What had happened between them could not happen again. Ever. It was just so… Wrong? Weird? He shook his head at his own thoughts. 'Fuck!'

He felt drained and he was still painfully hard and the bulge in his pants taunted him, twitched and pressed against the fabric. He felt hot and bothered. Turned on and quite frankly… horny. Damon closed his eyes and made his way back to the living room. The bulge in his pants reminded him of the way she'd pressed herself against him. Her entire body had formed itself perfectly along his and it had felt so damn right. Thoughtfully, he plopped down on the sofa. The thought of her nagged at the back of his mind. He had to get laid - when was the last time he got laid? That had to be the only reason as to why he'd reacted like a nuclear bomb just a couple of minutes ago. He glared at the tent in his pants, the annoyance growing with every second passing by.

'What was that?' she'd asked.

'That's what I'd like to know.' He thought and slowly freed himself from the fabric.

He sprung free and sighed. He used a bit of precum to stroke the length of his erection. This was the only way he knew of how to clear his mind. He needed a release. Damon closed his eyes, wrapped his fingers around the erection that throbbed painfully, reminding him of how close she'd been to him. The only thing that had separated them from coupling right then and there - had been the fabric of their clothes.

He imagined her as he stroked himself, doing it carefully was way overdue and he settled with a pace that he knew would set him off in minutes. He groaned and leaned his head back against the pillows she'd propped herself on while watching the movie earlier. The scent of her and the apple shampoo she clearly used; caused him to grunt. 'Elena.'

She wasn't what he'd always thought she was. Last night, she'd been different. Annoying, yes. But, at the same time, intriguing and something else he couldn't pinpoint. Seeing her drunk last night had explained a lot of things he'd never thought about before. She clearly knew how to enjoy herself. Yes, there had been a childlike tone to her but it didn't shine through and dominating the other layers of her personality.

And she had personality - to say the least. She'd had the guts to let her feelings pour – face to face. He had to admit that it had been a shock but also – a major turn on. She'd been standing just a couple of feet away from him and she'd practically begged him to ravage her. Damon wouldn't have had any problem with the ravaging part. Hell, lord knew that he'd wanted to – but the little voice in the back of his mind had told him to keep it in his pants and he'd tried.

He'd fought it off for as long as he possibly could have had. She'd managed to break every single part of self preservation and come to think of it… He was pissed because of it - so pissed and riled up that he winced at his own grip around the shaft he pumped with intense ferocity.

The moment that he'd pushed her up against the door – well, he didn't really know how to describe it – but he could've taken her right then and there. He'd been so close to her center, he'd felt the warmth and the lust and passion. Yes, it had been mind blowing. Gosh, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it.

'She's eighteen', his responsible voice said. However, the inner voice of his manwhore told him to go for it and somehow that feeling frightened him more than it usually did. He was far from used to this - whatever 'this' was. They'd shared saliva and she'd definitely felt his erection being pushed against her soft spot – but so what? What did it mean? Did it even have to mean something?

He'd made sure she knew that he wasn't exactly interested – right? 'But you kissed her, you dick.' It's not like she would be heartbroken over the situation that had occurred between them? 'You dick.'

"Fuck."

He let go of his member and groaned in frustration. His own body failed him. He couldn't reach climax. He couldn't even chase after it due to the explosive chaos stirring up dozens of unknown emotions inside him. He rolled his eyes at the irony and hoped that Elena wouldn't be affected by his words about not being interested in her. She was more or less one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen but that didn't mean it was okay to dip his dick in her cave.

Damon feared for his own sanity as he grabbed the pillow, inhaled the scent she'd left behind and fell asleep with a hand in his pants while the other held the pillow to his heaving chest. He had to get his shit together or this would end badly...

Humiliated – she'd hurried home with the ache in her belly growing with every step. It had felt as if she'd been heading in the wrong direction – however, turning around wasn't an option either. Clearly, Damon wanted nothing to do with her and it hurt. It hurt like hell. But what had she'd been expecting?

There was no denying it - she'd dreamt about the moment where she told him about her feelings for him – like forever and this was not how the situation had played out in her mind. In her wildest dreams, Damon acknowledged her feelings, he also carried her to bed and claimed her as his, forced her to welcome his body as he entered hers and made love to her. In the real world – he'd kissed her and she'd turned to jelly, she'd also been the one to pull away first.

The thought of what could have happened if she hadn't pulled back - crossed her mind - her body tingling at the memory of his lips on hers. It had been unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Kissing Matt had been exciting and rather sweet but this… kissing Damon had been like throwing yourself over the edge and into a category five hurricane.

He'd seemed rather shocked at what had happened as they'd stared at each other and then she'd left his place – heartbroken and slightly mad at her own way of handling the situation. But the kiss. Oh, the kiss. He must had felt the sizzling chemistry and static electricity that had been buzzing around them. Right?

Elena had felt everything. It had felt as if a part of her soul had found its home. She'd felt as if she'd found her home and Damon had denied her that comfort. He'd also denied that there were any feelings or whatsoever coming from his side. Apparently, he felt nothing. Nada. Nothing at all, except from perhaps… what? Lust? Arousal? 'Well,' she thought to herself. 'He can't deny that.'

She'd felt him as he'd pressed his erection against her center - felt the hard bulge protrude under the fabric that had separated them. She'd been close to offer her body right then and there. She shook her head as she got undressed; she felt cold and tiny, sad and excited at the same time. Her emotions seemed to have stirred up inside her and she couldn't stop thinking about the way his hands had gripped at her wrists. He hadn't manhandled her in any way and he hadn't scared her but he'd been rough. The evidence of his hard grip could be seen on the inside of her left wrist. A small bruise had begin to appear and she rubbed her arms before sighing heavily.

At some point during her walk home, she'd wanted to go back and slap some sense into him but how would that – seriously - help the situation? Damon didn't even seem interested - at least not in the way she wanted him to be – he would probably just continue to apologize and mention the age difference again and again and again. She certainly wouldn't put herself out there again. It had been slightly terrifying.

What if he didn't find her attractive? She knew that his old girlfriends had been blondes with long legs and blue eyes and Elena didn't exactly fit the description. Or maybe – he really didn't like her that way – or in any other way – for that matter. Either way, she felt cold and sad as she got in the shower.

The hot water felt good against her skin and warmed her aching body. Her hair cascaded in long watery waves down her back and she couldn't help but to think about the kiss were Damon had pushed her up against the door. She'd easily been able to feel his erection through the fabric separating them. She blushed as she thought about his naked body on top of hers. She would've let him take her against the door, raw, passionate and animalistic like. The thought got it to tingle between her legs. She did her best to ignore the feeling and washed her hair.

Her brain told her to stay mad at him because she was sad and still felt very humiliated and embarrassed but somehow, her body did not agree with those guidelines. In the end, her hands kind of steered themselves and she couldn't stop it from happening. Her nether regions reacted to the long trail of heavy and dirty thoughts that crossed her mind.

In her vivid fantasy, he was going down on her while she leaned back on her elbows, comfortably stretched out on his sofa – swiping his tongue across her slit. Elena could feel herself leaning towards the tiles as she let her right hand circle her sensitive area for a couple of minutes. She could slowly feel the pressure build inside of her but she just couldn't let it go.

Her nipples were hard and begged for a nice rub and her undivided attention. She closed her eyes and sighed as realization hit her. She wanted to climax – she needed to climax - wash away all the pent up passion that had been locked away – but her body couldn't get there - not now. The frustration gave her a throbbing headache.

She just decided to give up and sighed, dried a tear that had managed to escape her eye. She felt a desperate need to clean herself so she scrubbed her body from top to toe, trying to calm her bubbling emotions and the thoughts running through her head. She stayed in the shower for almost an hour.

Her parents got home sometime during the evening and she'd been grounded for a week. Once she'd complained about it, her father had threatened to confiscate both phone and laptop but she'd managed to talk herself out of that punishment.

It was way past 10.45 pm when Elena finally crawled under the covers. She'd wanted to call Caroline but her friend had gotten her phone confiscated by two very angry parents so she couldn't tell her about Damon. She picked up her diary – there were so many things that her earlier shower hadn't been able to wash away - Damon, for example. He'd been circulating in her mind all day long and she wanted nothing else than to be free from the need of wanting him on top of her. The thought continuously crossed her mind and she couldn't erase it. She couldn't rewind their time together. The thought of him telling his father or Stefan about their escapade felt nerve wracking but she did feel quite certain that he would - undoubtedly - keep it to himself.

She managed to write a couple of sentences but couldn't concentrate long enough to create a summary of the day she'd had – it could've easily become a novel by the time she'd finished. Instead, she turned off the lights and pulled up the covers to her chin. 'Damon.' A part of her body wanted him beside her and she closed her eyes, attempting to block the sight of his gorgeous face but to no avail. It was and always had been impossible for her to block him out of her mind whenever he managed to creep inside. After their kiss and the confrontation - everything inside her felt… different. Unwired. Weird.

She tossed and turned for almost an hour before finally falling asleep.

A couple of hours later, Elena woke up with a tingling sensation that quickly spread itself throughout her entire body. She breathed heavily, the sheets felt sticky against her skin. She sat up, pulled a hand through her hair and leaned against the headboard. It was almost 3.00 am and the only light in the room – came from the full moon outside of her window.

She pulled her hands through her hair once again and closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm her breathing and the nerves that seemed to jolt whenever she moved her limbs – until she realized that her body felt hot and bothered. Her subconscious briefly reminded her of Damon's lips against hers and the feelings that had started to surface during the shower. Elena bit her lower lip in frustration. 'No. Nope. Not gonna happen.' She tried to convince herself.

Elena shook her head as if trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts. She wasn't in the mood – but to no avail – because every time she closed her eyes, she could see his face – taunting her, telling her, demanding her to touch herself. She grunted and felt how a tiny piece of anger started to brew inside her.

Obviously, her body knew what it needed and wanted more than she did at the moment – because she found herself steering her hands underneath the covers. It pulsated between her legs and when her fingers felt the lubricated wetness – she gave up the fight. She'd never felt dirty for touching herself and letting go of the ground below but this was different. She wasn't filled with lust, she felt mad and frustrated. Annoyed at how everything had been so fucked up just because she couldn't keep her own secret.

She'd lost her virginity to Matt – not because she'd loved him and had wanted it more than she'd needed the air in her lungs or because she'd been horny and filled with exploding lust – but because everyone else did it and certain rumors had circulated the school. At that time she didn't know herself that well but after Matt's failed attempt and a faked orgasm – Elena had decided to take things into her own hands. Literally.

By now, she knew what she liked and what set her off but sometimes that didn't feel quite as satisfying as she wanted it too. Of course she thought about sex every now and then and what it would be like if you slept with someone you had real deep feelings for. She'd thought about sleeping with Damon more times than she could count. After all, he'd been the one present person in her fantasies, the person that always pushed her over the edge and pushed her buttons to the point of oblivion. 'Damon.'

Her nipples felt hard against the fabric of her tank top and her right hand circled the little – yet powerful – bundle of nerves. She could feel her hips lift themselves from the mattress and quickly grabbed a pillow.

Wednesday, October 18, 2009

Elena looked up from the very tedious essay as her father opened her door. He didn't bother knocking and it no longer bothered her to the point of crazy. He'd never knocked and he probably wouldn't start. If she wanted privacy the only solution would be to lock her door. He sent her a smile and nodded towards her laptop and the pile of material covering her desk.

"How's it going?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorpost.

Grayson eyed his daughter with caution. He knew that she was a good kid and that she worked harder than most teenagers to keep her grades up – but he also knew that she had a more carefree side that she'd started to explore more frequently. Bill Forbes daughter had a bad habit of dragging his daughter in the dirt and he wanted Elena to minimize her time with Caroline. The last thing he wanted was for her to get in trouble because of the sheriff's kid.

Grayson believed in discipline and had certain rules for certain things. Besides, rules were there to be followed and he didn't tolerate the fact that his eighteen-year-old daughter got stranded and drunk at a bar in the middle of the night. That kind of behavior was unacceptable and he'd made sure that both his kids knew that at an early age - still, Elena had greatly disappointed him with her last escapade.

As a kid, Elena had always been calm and had obeyed most things being thrown her way. Jeremy - on the other hand – had been quite a bit difficult to handle. He'd caused fights and trouble in school – leading to almost being kicked out. Thankfully, Grayson managed to come to an agreement with the school's principal and they'd let Jeremy stay and he'd left town the day after his graduation.

Grayson knew that he was way too hard on his kids sometimes but that was just the way he'd been raised from an early age. His parents had never showed him any kind of affection so at some point in his life he'd tried to get in touch with his own emotions. He told his kids that he loved them once in awhile but rarely hugged them or used his body language to show his appreciation.

His wife – Miranda - knew the reason behind his cold exterior and she'd never blamed him for the way he'd always been. She knew that he wasn't easy to get to know but she did know that he loved with all his heart and wanted the best for his family – he just didn't know how to show it.

"I'm losing my mind." Elena pulled a hand through her hair and closed her laptop before turning around to face her father. "None of it makes sense. I've read the books, I've scanned through the articles but I still don't have the answer. Which is starting to bother me to the extent of crazy."

"You know what I've told you since you were a little girl."

"Time and effort." She replied without a doubt.

"That's right." He said sternly. "I'm sure it'll turn out great."

"Thank you."

"Now, we need to talk, about Damon."

Elena could feel the blood freezing in her veins. What? NO. If Damon had given her father a detailed description of what had happened– no. Her father had a bad temper but no… She tried to calm her heart. He couldn't possibly know about the awkward kiss and the highly private confession? But then again, her father always mentioned that he knew everything worth knowing. She gulped and decided to try and feign innocence.

"What about him?"

"I've never been ashamed of you." He stated, his arms crossed. "Until the night I had to call my colleague's son and beg him to pick up my drunk and very irresponsible daughter."

It felt as if her father had slapped her across the face. He'd felt ashamed of her. She bit her lip, fumbled nervously with her hands and tried to compose herself. The last thing she wanted to do was crying in front of her father – he would surely scold her for that as well. Emotions and tears - had never had any effects on her father's solid exterior. She forced herself to breathe as he decided to continue.

"To be honest, Elena… I expected this behavior from Jeremy but not from you."

Her stomach ached - oh how she regretted her choices that had led her and Caroline to the biker bar. For once, she'd actually been the influencer and her conscience started to come to life with a dose of defensiveness.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again and it wasn't Caroline's fault that–"

"Caroline Forbes is bad company. I've told you this before. If you could minimize the time you spend with her and focus on school instead."

It wasn't a question but a demand and requirement that she would have to live up to if she wanted to escape her father's wrath. He entered the room and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Okay." Elena nodded quietly, at a loss for words.

"I'm far from a perfect parent but," He paused. "I'm only trying to do the right thing."

"I know."

Elena knew that her father meant well most of the time - even though he could be a little too emotionless regarding certain subjects. In his defense he only did what he thought was the best for his kids and his family – none could blame him for that. He could be very strict but also fair and respectful. She looked up to him in many ways – after all, he was her father and the one who always cared no matter what she did – but the fact that he'd felt ashamed… How would she ever be able to repair that crack in their already sturdy relationship.

It almost broke her heart as he left her room without another word or encouragement.

The short conversation she'd had with her father caused her to miss her brother. Jeremy was out traveling the world with Stefan and would - hopefully - be home in time for their father's birthday party. Elena missed him but knew that he'd had to get out of the house. Jeremy didn't exactly get along with their father and they'd been in desperate need to get away from each other. Jeremy was more of a rebel and stood up towards their father every chance he got.

Elena couldn't blame her brother – Grayson had always had very high expectations on his firstborn and when Jeremy didn't go to law school – things took a turn for the worst. It had led to a violent fight – so violent that some of the neighbors had called the police – anonymously. Both father and son had ended up with one black eye each.

She hated the fact that their family didn't get along as well as others. The Salvatore's were absolutely adorable and Elena envied the hugs and kisses they always seemed to give one another. Damon had grown up with two very heartwarming parents and it was safe to say that the Gilberts and the Salvatores were two very different families.

Thursday, October 19, 2009

Her father had sent her to the office. He had an important lunch meeting and an afternoon appointment with a new client and had to get some of his files for the weekend - which meant he planned to work from home. She would've offered to help prioritizing the different cases on his desk but due to the client confidentially it hadn't been much of an option. He'd allowed her to sort through some of them but reading and snooping had never been accepted and she respected those boundaries.

He was still mad at her and she'd felt the disappointed look he'd sent her over dinner last night. Her mother hadn't mentioned her daughter's drunken escapade - knowing very well that her husband had a habit of raising his voice if she did bother to bring it up. Elena had never seen her parents show any kind of PDA for one another. She'd never seen them share a hug or a chaste kiss. She'd seen them dancing but they always seemed so cold and distant from each other. Perhaps, she wasn't supposed to see it - but they seemed to lack passion and the need to be close; their bodies craving the other didn't seem to exist.

Her mother was filled with a compassion that her father didn't posses. Miranda had let Grayson believe that he was the rooster all the while she'd been handling everything from behind the curtains. Elena respected her mother for a lot of reasons and loving Grayson Gilbert was one of them.

Elena entered the lobby and waved at the building's security guard, Simon. He nodded in confirmation as she took the elevator to the 15th floor. She eyed herself in the mirror that covered one of the elevator's walls. She'd dressed in her black skinny jeans and, a white oversized shirt and a yellow cardigan, she'd put up her hair in a high ponytail and her makeup was light. She had to admit that she felt rather drained of energy. Her breakfast had been light and on top of it all, she'd missed her cup of coffee and she'd rushed from school, ready to skip her lunch hour in order to please her father. She inhaled deeply and rolled her shoulders as the elevator came to a stop.

The building was exceptional, old and kind of rustic in some ways. She loved visiting the place and sighed in contentment as she passed the receptionist before heading towards her father's office. Most people were out eating lunch so the floor was quiet and almost empty of people.

She left the door open and entered, just as awed as the first time she'd set foot in the gracious space. It was decorated with dark and grey colors, a pair of luxury armchairs, high bookshelves and a huge desk dominated in the middle of the room, a huge wall of glass showing visitors the beauty of her hometown below.

The exterior of her father's office had always felt rather cold and nonpersonal and it probably was. There were no framed pictures of his family anywhere on his desk and it had always twinged at her insides realizing it. Even Giuseppe Salvatore had a bunch of photos placed on the front of his desk. She shook her head. 'Do not even go there.' Instead of letting her thoughts wander she decided to focus solely on her task and started to search for the files her father needed to bring home for the weekend.

The bookshelves were filled with books, papers and undocumented files that seemed to be unorganized. Her father worked long hours and he usually demanded everything to be organized perfectly, so the fact that nothing seemed to be placed where it should be; surprised her. She frowned at the realization - it felt rather eerie. It wasn't like her father to just leave his office a total mess. Asking him what it was all about wasn't an option as he probably wouldn't give her an answer anyway. She tried to shake the feeling of something being wrong, sat down on the floor and gently started to sort through the piles, documenting them carefully and in alphabetical order - hoping that her father would appreciate it. After half an hour, she leaned back against the shelf and rubbed the back of her neck. A couple of people had returned from their lunch breaks and some of them recognized her and greeted her with smiles on their faces as they passed the door. She closed her eyes and by now she'd really started to regret that she'd skipped her own lunch, her stomach rumbled in protest of not being fed properly.

"Elena?"

Oh. Velvety voice - the sound of sex. Her name on his lips. She stilled immediately as her breath got caught in her throat and goosebumps appeared on her arms, sending shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes, put the file in one of the piles she'd managed to build and rose to her feet - rather ungracefully. Her skinny jeans suddenly felt way too skinny for her liking and she tried to calm her rapid heartbeat before facing him.

It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her as she laid her eyes on him.

Dressed in a dark suit and a classic white shirt with a black tie - oh yum. He'd rolled up his sleeves and it caused him to look relaxed, professional and extremely hot - all at the same time. His hair was tousled with a touch of messy perfection and she caught herself staring at him. The memories that she'd tried to shut out came rushing back and almost floored her. She grabbed one of the bookshelves, trying to desperately steady herself. Her legs felt like jelly under his blue orbs and she forced herself to find her equilibrium as it had clearly left the room without her consent.

"What are you doing here?"

He seemed surprised to see her and she bit her lower lip in an attempt to keep her mouth shut. She didn't dare to embarrass herself again – better to stay quiet than blurting out another dirty secret - not that she had anything else that could compare to the one she'd revealed a couple of days ago. 'I thought about you while touching myself the other day.' She squirmed and crossed her arms.

"Are you here to see Grayson?" He asked casually. "He had a lunch meeting."

"No." She managed to breathe. "I'm just doing him a favor, he clearly needed some organizing."

She motioned to the pile of files and papers behind her on the floor. A part of her wanted to step forward, push him out of the office and slam the door in his face, letting him know that he was the last person she wanted to bump into right now. The thought of it caused her palm to twitch with an eagerness she'd never experienced before. Somehow, he managed to bring out so many chaotic emotions in her - it was rather exhausting and she was already tired.

They stared at each other quietly and she swallowed nervously. 'Leave me alone.' Was she allowed to call security and tell them to handcuff him? She wanted to roll her eyes with unspoken annoyance. Couldn't he see that she was busy and slightly irritated with his unwanted presence?

"I'm busy," She paused. "So if you don't mind..."

"Elena."

Oh, his voice sounded like soft, soft velvet to her ears as per usual and she wanted to turn around in order to block him out, but she took a deep breath instead. 'Be a grown up.'

He surprised her as he entered the office and closed the door behind him, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. She could feel the pain as hopeful butterflies started to explode in her belly and she tried to swallow her tongue. A piece of fear grazed at her insides and she could feel how the walls started to slide closer, trapping her without her consent as his thundering orbs met hers.

"We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." She whispered, already consumed by his appearance as he moved closer to where she was currently standing.

She felt weak as he stopped just inches away from her, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat roll off of him in explosive waves. Gosh, he reeked of sex and… well, sex. He turned her on just by looking at her and her chest hurt as her lungs constricted. Breathing was hard just think about him and seemed rather impossible with him so close. The air vibrated with unspoken need and for a moment she thought she'd noticed a piece of desire flash through his eyes.

"If you hadn't confessed," He tilted his head and eyed her with a trace of passion. "I wouldn't be feeling so damn convinced that the attraction between us is mutual."

She bit her lower lip as the jelly in her legs caused her to stumble, her knees buckling unmercifully. He quickly caught her in his arms, circling her waist and never breaking eye contact with her. With her chest pressed against his, her body started humming appreciatively. 'No. God no,' she thought, judging and cursing her body for the burning sensation that spread throughout her limbs.

How was it possible for a man to be so sinfully hot? His blue orbs pierced her brown ones and she felt naked in front of him and blushed crimson. 'Focus, Elena, focus.' She swallowed the nervous emotions that bubbled inside and forced herself to form words.

"Should I be flattered?" She stammered but tried not to shiver as his arms hardened around her.

"What do you want me to say, Elena?" He asked sternly, his pupils dilating.

"Nothing, I just want you to let me go." She whispered, never breaking eye contact with him.

'I want you to ravish me. Right here, on top of the desk.' She shook her head, trying to clear her inappropriate thoughts. She tilted her head to look up at him, their faces so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips - it was quite erotic. Their bodies were so close that the electricity buzzed around them. Elena could feel her heart pump away inside her chest – it was almost too painful to endure and the sound of her own pulse rang in her ears.

He closed his eyes as if in pain before blinking and meeting her brown globes. The way she looked at him was hot and extremely heartbreaking at the same time. By now he couldn't deny that he felt sexual attraction towards her. He'd spent the last couple of days trying to convince himself that he didn't feel anything but his emotions had almost caused him to scream in frustration. He couldn't get her out of his head.

He'd found himself thinking about her when he least expected it. He'd spent Tuesday night with a fuck buddy and he'd been unable to finish. His body had literally forced himself to realize that he couldn't escape her. Her face followed him everywhere, haunted him and caused him to feel giddy and slightly nauseous. Damon Salvatore didn't do giddy. He'd never been able to describe himself as giddy before and it nagged at him.

The fantasy of placing her on top of the mahogany desk was very, very tempting but he forced himself to keep his hands in check. However, his heart pumped so violently in his chest that nothing else seemed to matter. For a second or two – he felt as if there wasn't enough blood rushing to his brain – it was currently making its way down south instead.

"You've bewitched me." He admitted, his voice raspy.

"What?"

He moved his hands and let them rest on her lower back. She seemed to melt into his embrace and her hands felt hot as they came to rest on his chest. He felt as if he couldn't breathe properly.

"I can't get you out of my head." He confessed, his hands wandering over her back, stroking her with a soft and light touch. "What have you done to me?"

She bit her lower lip and he felt how electricity shot through his veins at the simple act. He wanted to bite that lip so bad, suck it into his mouth, lick it and nibble at it until she begged him to kiss her senseless. Her body radiated heat and he wanted to grab her hips but forced himself to behave.

"Stop." She pleaded and pulled away, her lower back ached with the loss of his touch. "I don't want to hear it. I can't hear it. You can't say things like that. You have no idea how it affects me."

"It affects me as well." He replied.

She shook her head in denial. What was he talking about? He had no idea how it felt or how it affected her. He seemed just as unaffected as ever - while she felt as if she would fall into pieces at any second if he didn't leave her alone. Her heart slowed down and started to ache - not with want and desperate need but with angst and unspoken anger.

She was angry.

Angry at him for trying to tell her how he felt about the current situation. 'Oh, so he had a problem with the sudden attraction he'd been experiencing for a couple of days?' She couldn't pity him, couldn't feel compassion as he searched her eyes with caution. She'd basically been in love with him for years and he'd never looked at her twice; until now. She had to force herself to see the truth. He wasn't in love with her, it was just lust and at that moment - she realized that - that wasn't and wouldn't be enough for her. She was better than that - she deserved better.

She still wanted him - but not like that - not the way he meant and not the way he wanted. All of a sudden, she felt vulnerable and dirty at the thought of them and their bodies pressed together. She was just a potential fuck. She couldn't tell whether it was due to the lack of food or her real feelings at the moment - but her head spun and she felt dizzy.

Elena turned around and grabbed the file she'd been told to retrieve and headed for the locked door. He quickly blocked her and she fiercely met his eyes with a newfound strength and growing confidence.

"Move." She breathed, her voice a lot stronger than before.

He questioningly searched her eyes as if trying to find out if she meant it or not. She braced herself and pressed the file against her aching chest. She glared at him and raised an eyebrow. She forced herself not to waver in her decision.

She must have done something right because he moved out of the way and let her walk away. She reached the elevator before the tears spilled over and emotions got the best of her. Her heart hurt and the panic haunted her all the way back to her car.

Elena dried her tears and glanced at the building and realized that things would never be the same again and that he'd just ruined her world with his sentences.

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