Quick update for you!

This will hopefully answer some major questions some of you have been having.

This is supposed to be a darker Christmas story, with danger and romance and it will take place quite quickly with lots happening quite quickly. I might consider doing a longer story with this version of DE later but this story will only have about 8 chapters or so maybe less so I can get it done in time for Christmas.

So the romance might be faster in a shorter period of time and but these two from all they have been through deserve some magic and love this Christmas...

Elena lay staring at the ceiling. It had been past 2 hours. She had fed Belle again just a few minutes ago and changed her and now lay awake seeing the clock on Damon's nightstand reading shortly after 430am.

She couldn't sleep.

It wasn't his bed. No way, she felt like she was laying on clouds it felt so good.

But no matter how hard she tried, sleep would not come. She lay there thinking of all the things that happened and how much had changed in barely a night. She had no job now and no way to pay for the mortgage on their house. Bills were piling up since Mason had not been paying child support too.

Christmas was only a few weeks away and she had nothing to spend on gifts. She had used the last of her tip money to buy the beautiful tree for Gracie and they didn't even spend much on ornaments or ribbon. Even the wire tree star had been twisted and damaged when Mason ripped it away from the wall.

She had no idea why he trashed her living room. Punching holes in the wall behind the tree and shattering any glassware she had displayed. She had never seen him that mad and she wasn't really sure just her refusing to let him take the kids was the reason. He sounded drunk so how could he expect her to let him take them. That had been crazy!

Elena curled up on her side and could smell the strong manly scent on her pillow.

Damon…

He had been amazing to her and she realized that in her mind racing the last few hours, he was not far from her thoughts. She wondered now if he was still awake. If they truly were safe here? How was Enzo and him going to function staying awake so long to protect her? There had to be others they could trust.

But someone at the police station could be working against the law, and knew of her location before. Elena could not shake that there was more going on than she realized.

Pulling the pillow to her nose again she closed her eyes, hoping sleep would finally come. A low sound came from further away. It sounded like a voice, but more like a low whimper. Elena flung back the covers and tip toed past the playpen and out the door, closing it quietly behind her. She heard the sounds clearer now from in the hall.

It was a voice, low and sounded like moaning softly. She stepped into the kitchen seeing the dim light under the stove on. No one was there but then turning to the living room she saw Damon, laying on the couch, in the shadows, his head going back and forth on the cushioned arm of the couch.

"No, let her go!" he cried out softly. "Please, come down...its too weak. It can't hold you! Please!"

Elena knelt down beside him and smoothed the silky locks from his eyes, tucking them back where they belonged. His eyes were tightly closed as his head moved more, his voice weak and sounded almost choked with tears. None were on his face, but his fearful expression was enough to scare Elena at what he could possibly be seeing in his nightmares.

She placed a firm hand on his bare shoulder. He had been under a blanket, covered all the way to his neck, but as his head went back and forth the blanket fell and Elena realized he was shirtless beneath. He moaned again, this time sounding almost crying out to the person. "Stop, you don't want to kill her!"

"Damon," she called out gently, shaking him. He sounded so scared and she wanted to pull him back to reality. "Damon, wake up."

Dark eyelashes fluttered and she saw his ice blue eyes opened fast. He sat up, the blanket falling to his waist, reaching fast to grab his gun from the side table and leveled it in front of him, scanning his surroundings.

Elena nearly jumped back at his rapid movements but called to him again, while gently wrapping her hands around the hand clutching the gun. Damon stilled instantly, focusing in on her. He pulled his hand from hers, laying the gun on the floor and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Elena? What's wrong? What are you doing here? Do you realize I could have shot you?" he snapped at her, the questions spilling out as he studied her face. He looked expectantly for an answer as he bent to tuck the gun back in his shoulder holster on the table before swinging his legs up underneath him to sit up.

The brunette clutched at his blanket covered knee, squeezing firmly. "You were calling out Damon. In a nightmare...I heard you and I was worried." She took in his surprised expression and started to stand up. "Its fine. You are obviously okay. I'll go back to bed."

She was up and starting to move away from his questioning gaze when she felt his hand find hers and tug gently on it. She turned her head, seeing him looking sadly back at her.

"No, wait Elena. Stay. Its okay. I wasn't planning to sleep at all but Enzo said he was good so I just closed my eyes for a minute. I'm not upset and certainly not at you. I mean yeah, you should not sneak up on anyone, especially a police officer but no...please stay." He spoke fast, sounding nervous but his tone held the tiniest hint of pleading and she relented, sitting beside him, her head down.

She could feel him looking at her as she hid behind her hair, like a curtain between them. He had sounded so scared, the tremor in his voice as he called for them not to fall really shook her. But Elena didn't know what to say. She barely knew this man and wanted to get to know him more but maybe she had butted in where it was none of her business?

Lifting her head, she took in the mournful expression on his face. His blue eyes were narrowed and frown lines clear.

"Are you okay Damon? I mean really okay?"

Elena was about to take it back, but he really seemed like he needed someone right then. Maybe he had people he talked to. Maybe she should have just stayed in his bed. She opened her mouth to apologize but before she uttered a word, she felt one lone finger across her lips. The familiar rush crashed through her body and this time she saw his body shudder too.

Her eyes were locked on his, as his finger dropped from her lips.

"Shh, don't take it back Elena and please don't run from this..."

This. Was he meaning the connection she was feeling? Or asking him to be honest? She didn't want to run. Part of her wanted to climb into his lap and lay in the peace she felt wrapped in his arms. But she had her girls to think about. She was not going to just participate in a some kind of fling no matter how hot he was.

This...wasn't just physical at all. She sure as hell didn't want it to be. She was amazed that he looked like he could read her mind that she was seconds from running after just blurting out that he be real with her.

Nothing, no connection in her whole life had she ever felt so strong and so fast. She had been told the story of her mom and dads meeting and that they said they knew they wanted forever together after only knowing each other a week. It sounded crazy but they were happily married for years already and she wanted a love like they had found. They had been married in 6 months after meeting as whirlwind as it all was...it was real. She could see it in how they treated each other every day as she grew up. Sure they had fights and sometimes big ones but they always found their way back to each other.

Elena herself had high standards for herself, seeing love and marriage modeled for her. None of her friends parents were even still together much less happy. Mason had been that dream when she married him. Cheerleader falls for the Captain of the football team. Everyone thought their happily every after was a no brainer.

Pulling herself from her thoughts she saw Damon was still looking at her, his hands in his lap. She sat cross legged facing him, her back against the arm of the couch. Her sweater fell down exposing her shoulder again before she pulled it back up.

His eyes dropped from hers, his blue gaze somewhere by her legs. His hand snuck from his lap and started drawing circles on the bare skin of her knee. The chill that followed raced down her spine as his eyes came back up to lock to hers.

"You feel that too...don't you?" Damon whispered, without taking his eyes off hers. The pupils were dilated so wide Elena could hardly see the blue in them at all. "That rush...our connection...I have never felt that kind of chemistry with anyone before. Have you? Please tell me I'm not imagining this..."

Elena forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat, his finger had not stopped caressing her knee, as he spoke. She lightly put her hand on top of his and felt the jolt as she dipped her fingers between his. He spun his hand around, to entwine their fingers like he had in the car before, the action causing her heartbeat to skip.

"You're not...Damon. I can feel it too. I felt it since the first time you touched me.." Elena confirmed, nodding her head. She had no idea what it all meant.

Chemistry was one thing but there was so much she didn't know about him. She had to think about her girls right now and not diving in to taste his lips. Ever since he had started caressing her knee her brain had been screaming at her to kiss him.

Shaking her head as if to gain some kind of control over her mind, she closed her eyes. Blocking him out would maybe help her think, pull her back to the reality that she did not need this now. She was such a mess. Why would any man bother with a woman already saddled with two kids?

He still had not said anything since she shut her eyes. His fingers were still tangled with hers and she welcomed the soothing feeling his presence, his touch brought her. Elena could feel his thumb rubbing up and down on the back of her hand and goosebumps spread over her skin fast.

Looking back up, she felt her chin starting to quiver. His eyes were so soft, his gaze seeking, curious and so so tender. She sniffled back tears that wanted to fall. He tilted his head just a bit, his eyes squinting again as he looked at her.

Elena nearly gasped feeling his palm, stroke down her cheek, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She was shaking, wanting this so badly, wanting him.

"Don't," she breathed out, air rapid in her chest.

He froze for a second. His hand, starting to tangle in her dark locks behind her ear. Damon stroked all the way through her hair as she could feel his breath against her face. "Why not?"

His question was soft, innocent and yet so flooded with emotion. He stroked down her cheek again, hardy breathing. "Elena..."

Her eyes had been tightly closed till now and just as she saw him leaning in to capture her lips, she jumped off the couch and spun away from him, walking toward the window. "Because I'm broken! Damaged, used and thrown away! I don't believe in love anymore, or happily ever after or anything like that! You don't want me, you just think you do."

She saw from the corner of her eye that he had leapt up right away and was coming closer. "Elena, that is crazy. I feel our connection and I see you and I do want you..." Elena felt his hands rub down her arms as she stayed firmly facing the window, her arms crossed tightly at her chest, hugging herself and trying to block him out.

"Connection or chemistry or whatever isn't enough Damon. This whole thing is probably just feelings heightened because of the extreme circumstances we met with. I feel like you are my hero tonight but that doesn't mean more than that."

She still couldn't see him and was happy not to be under his penetrating stare right now. "Its just intense emotions of misplaced thanks that you were my white knight Damon."

"Is it? Do you really believe that? And don't think stealing that line from Speed that relationships based on intense circumstances never work out has any truth to it. Do you really think you feel like you do because you are grateful?" Damon asked her and she felt him firmly grip her shoulders. "Elena, please look at me."

She was shaking her head and felt the tears at her lashes as she kept facing the window despite his gentle tugs to turn around and face him.

"I can't! Everything is such a mess and I know I have to give my statement tomorrow and I should have told someone so long ago already. But I'm so scared and I can't even bring myself to admit it no matter how much I know its true!" She was rambling she knew it but everything felt like it was crashing and she couldn't stop it and all she wanted to do was hide and cry.

"Elena, what are you talking about? Please tell me. You aren't making any sense." Damon had slowly turned her around and she stood in front of him, her eyes tightly shut, still thinking blocking him out would help anything.

Her voice was cracking, and her whole body was shaking. "You don't want me Damon. I built my walls so high after to not let anyone in. Not let anyone get too close ever again. I can't! I don't even know how to live anymore for anyone but my girls. I'm just an empty shell. All I would do is hurt you..."

Damon was leaned down and she felt him cup her face. Her eyes were still closed as she heard him mumbling that it wasn't true. A tear slipped rebelliously down her cheek as she opened her eyes finally.

"I know I need to tell the cops tomorrow but I can't admit it. I've hidden it away for so long already..."

Damon looked so scared as he cradled her face in his hands, his eyes so wide. "Elena, God please just tell me...you are safe with me, I promise."

Her throat was choked with tears as she looked up into his fearful eyes. "He raped me!...Mason...that is how I have Belle...I have..." Elena choked up more and in seconds was running back to the kitchen and found her purse, rummaging through it fast to find her inhaler. She stood there, seeing Damon had soundlessly followed her and watching her gasping and shaking as she shook the inhaler and took two deep breaths letting the liquid settle in her throat. He rubbed her back, soothing her as she took slow breaths through her nose.

Taking his hand she led him back to the living room before she spoke again. The kitchen was brighter and with being so vulnerable, she wanted more darkness, shadows to hide her tears. Elena felt like she could breath better after nearly panicking in telling him her secret. "I have never told anyone, but I know I need to be honest about everything he's ever done when I give my statement tomorrow...to protect us...from him."

Damon was staring open mouthed at her and he looked like he had no idea what to say. She looked back at him, her chin quivering as more tears slipped silently down her cheeks.

"Oh my God..." His voice was shaking too. In the next second he had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to the warmth of his body. Elena lay her head against his bare chest, feeling the tears flowing faster now, cries slipping from her lips as she held onto him, her arms around his waist. His head was bent to hers, his lips against her hair. "I'm so sorry baby. I am so sorry.."

He kept murmuring, his mouth right by her ear. Elena lay against him and just let the tears flow. He held her, rubbing her back, whispering reassurances as they stood in the silence of the dark living room. She buried her face against him, his skin so soft and warm against her cheek. Her fingers were now clinging to his arms, digging her nails in. She never wanted him to let her go.

Elena felt safe in his arms, safe to break down and smash though all the walls she had built around her. She sniffled and lifted her head and he bent his at the same time, his forehead resting against hers. There looked to be a maelstrom of emotions in his eyes. She saw such deep sadness, fear, anger and rage all mixed together in the blue of his eyes. His breath was panting out of him as her hands laid now on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it under her palms.

"Damon, talk to me...you wanted to know why I felt like I was broken and now you know."

He nodded numbly, without saying a word at her statement. He was right there with her, holding her and yet he looked a million miles away.

Elena wished she knew what he was thinking. He was probably repulsed by her now. She was broken and had no idea how to heal from something she had not even admitted to herself until now. Just admitting it had taken months. Who knows how long it could take for her to be ready for another relationship.

He was looking away, staring past her at the wall behind her when she spoke again. "I get that you don't even want to look at me. I do. I can barely look at myself in the mirror without seeing that I'm not the girl I used to be. She's gone. I don't need your pity."

Damon looked back down at her and was again shaking his head in disbelief. "No, God no Elena. This isn't pity. My heart feels like it shattered in knowing what you went through. I wished I could turn back time...stop him from ever..." Elena saw a tear slip down his cheek now and she wiped it away with her thumb and his eyes fell closed.

He opened them again a few seconds later...and they were shiny in the moonlight as more tears slipped from down his cheeks. "I am so sorry Elena. I can't imagine. You have been so strong carrying this all alone for so long..."

Sniffling she nodded. "I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want anyone to know. But I wouldn't want to turn back time Damon...cause then I wouldn't have Belle."

He opened his mouth but then shut it again, taking back whatever he was going to say. She took his hands and pulled him to sit back on the couch beside her. "I can't imagine not having her. She is my sunshine, the absolute light to fight the darkness. She looks nothing like him, I am so thankful for but she is perfect and I don't think of that night when I look at her. I don't see her as a mistake or a reminder of Mason's rage. I see her as a precious innocent baby."

Damon was nodding and tangling his fingers were hers as they sat facing each other on the couch. "She is perfect...such beautiful big brown eyes and those brunette curls… just like her mother..."

Elena smiled through her tears. "I know...she is a vision. Gracie too, looks so much like me. Mason was upset just after she was born that she seemed to have none of his traits at all. All me. No Lockwood genes. I'm sure there are but I didn't go looking for how she could possibly look like him after what he did."

She crossed her legs in front of her again and Damon sat sideways one leg bent on the side of her own, the other hanging down from the couch. He moved the blanket that had fallen to the floor to wrap it around her shoulders. Their hands were still entwined as Elena looked back up at his tortured blue eyes.

"Damn it Elena you have no idea how strong you really are. Carrying this secret must have been hell. And here I was actually feeling bad for beating your ass of an ex up earlier tonight."

Elena's eyes widened in surprise. "I heard your boss telling you you were out of line and how you treated him was inexcusable. That you were suspended for it. What did you do Damon?"

Damon clutched her hands tighter in his. "He was baiting me...and I knew better than to fall for it but he kept pushing and saying such horrible things about you." His voice lowered and he bent his head to hers, his gaze locked to hers again. "I said he came to you one night and showed you who was boss...that he should have done it years ago..." he choked out.

"God baby, he said he forced himself on you and said it was a rush..." Damon's voice was shaking again as he spoke. "I couldn't take it...I was stupid really stupid but I punched him and started choking him on the hard cold ground beside the police car. Enzo stopped me and got me away from him."

Now it was Elena's turn to be surprised. This amazing man had choked Mason after her ex bragged about hurting her. Saying it was a rush to rape her? She looked up at him, his face hiding in the shadows around them. It was still dark outside with just the smallest hint of daylight peeking up on the horizon.

Elena grabbed his face and turned him back to find his eyes. "I'm glad you didn't kill him...you would have been sent to prison for that...no matter how much he deserves that, you don't Damon. Please believe that."

He studied her nodding slightly. "Maybe I do...deserve to go to prison..."

She dropped her hands from his face, staring at him angry that he would dare even think that. "No, no Damon. I know I don't know you that well yet but I have seen your heart, your compassion and your tenderness with me and the girls. I have seen how much you care and risk your life to save others."

She was thinking back to his nightmare and crying out for someone to stop and not kill her. He had been through something horrific, something causing his nightmares. Elena was about to ask him about when he spoke up.

"It doesn't matter if I try to save others if they don't try to save themselves..." he trailed off looking far away again as if lost in a memory. But his eyes darted back to hers. "I know you will hate me asking and I have no right to even dare to ask...but I know the officers will tomorrow, so I just want to prepare you for what you will face then."

Elena drew in a deep breath. She knew what he wanted to know and she had wrestled with that decision for months already. "You want to know why I didn't report it that night...right?" He nodded slowly, his eyes so wide and locked on hers. And then the tears started flooding her eyes again.

Dark raven hair was shaking back and forth again, and Elena felt a sob building in her throat. Damon opened his arms for her again but this time they were sitting and in inviting her closer she knew how close that would be. But right then she didn't care about anything other than feeling comforted by his embrace.

Within seconds she had crawled into his lap and his arms wound around her body. She still clutched the blanket tight as she lay her head against his chest again. "I was too weak...too scared. He threatened Gracie Damon..." Tears were flowing again now and dripping down on his lean muscled chest. "Mason threatened to take her away from me if I told anyone. He said he had people he knew in high places that would get him off and he wouldn't go to jail for what he did to me."

Damon held her tight, rocking her like she was a fragile child. Elena felt him running his hands down her head, his fingers in her hair. Every touch felt so good, so calming to her tidal wave of emotions that came out.

She kept sharing, feeling safer than she had in years. "I tried to divorce him, before all this but he contested it at every turn and there was no proof of his affair with my best friend at all and every thing I tried to get free of him he would fight back in court and it would take weeks and months and I couldn't afford to keep fighting him. I need to keep the money I made for us, for food and clothes and diapers. I wanted to get a restraining order against him after what he did but he wasn't stupid in threatening me with taking Gracie away. He knew my weaknesses how to control me. So I kept quiet and didn't tell a soul. When family found out I was pregnant I just shared that we had reconciled for a time and that was when I got pregnant."

Damon was quiet, listening and still rubbing her back up and down as she shared more and more just glad to finally get it out. Elena snuggled into his embrace, letting go, dropping all the masks and purged more. The more she shared, the more she felt kept coming out, like a flood from her lips.

"We were happy…in the beginning. Mason had a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country and he loved football and played hard and was the leader for the team. I followed him, marrying him out of high school and worked here starting to go to school for nursing. I loved helping people and wanted a job making people's lives better."

She drew in a deep breath, remembering or rather not wanting to remember. "Everything was great...till he blew out his knee in a hard fall and nothing could keep him playing at the level he was. Surgery could only do so much and he fell into a deep depression. He pushed me away, was angry and withdrawn, abused his meds and then I started taking a few of his pain meds just to cope with his anger at me all the time. He never hit me but he yelled and broke things, scared me and made me think it was my fault...his injury. We had a big fight the night before he got hurt, about him not wanting to come home for Christmas with me and staying to practice. It was our first Christmas as a married couple and I didn't want to be apart and was upset he was putting football ahead of us. It had been bad and he punched a hole in the wall and I ran out the door."

"We made up the following morning and he even kissed me goodbye, something he had not done in a long time. But that night he got hurt so bad and nothing was the same ever again. Later, when the doctor caught on to his drug abuse he started looking for them on the street and I'm so embarrassed to say I stole some from him then too. I liked how they made me feel, numb from all the anger he threw at me. I was still trying to be a good wife then and tried to love him through it. We got pregnant with Gracie then and I stopped the drugs cold turkey when I found out, determined to put her first. But he never stopped and was gone to his stupid retail security job late every night till I found out he was staying out to hook up with my best friend."

Damon was shaking his head and she felt his lips on her hair, pressing his lips to her head as she shared. It felt so good to not hold it all in anymore. "I was already so done with how he treated me and then when I found out he cheated it was like a light bulb just went on and I kicked him out. I needed to do what was best for Gracie. I had already named her once I found out it was a girl. She was my saving grace from everything that fell apart. Losing my best friend and my husband all at once.

"I love the name Elena. Its perfect for her..." Damon whispered against her hair. She sighed and lifted her head finally from where it had been buried in the crook of his neck.

"After I threw him out he seemed happy with Caroline and they left us alone. Gracie was born and Mason stayed out of it. Till a year or so later, the night he..." She felt her body shaking again just thinking about it. "I found out that night she had left him and he showed up at our house when Gracie was away at a sleepover at mom and dads. He screamed and threw things and forced me down..." Elena sniffled wiping her face. "After wards I never saw him again till a few weeks ago. I think him and Care made up for a while I'm not sure but after that night I never even told him I was pregnant from it. He figured it out on his own and only lately started trying to push back in our lives. He made lots of money somehow, and seemed clean from drugs but I always got chills around his friends who hung out at the bar I worked at."

Looking back up in his eyes, she studied his expression. She had dumped the worst of her life on him in one fell swoop and now was curious about the fallout. Straightening up she crawled out of his very warm and safe lap to sit beside him again. Elena squinted her brown eyes at him curiously. "So Damon...do I still look like someone you want to be interested in...after all that? I'm not only a mother of two that in dating anyone, none of the few guys I saw after I was pregnant with Belle were interested after seeing I came with 2 little girls. But now you just heard all the other baggage I have..." She tilted her head slightly, watching his face. "Still think this thing between us, this connection is worth it?"

Her words were clipped and daring. He would be crazy to pursue her after knowing all that. She was such a mess, and barely starting to heal. Why would she expect him to wait for her?

"Elena," he began slowly and she thought she saw him choosing his words carefully. "You are not a mess. You are so incredibly strong...I can't even begin to imagine what you have been through but you aren't scaring me away. I don't scare that easily. In case you forgot I am a cop, a detective and that is not for the faint of heart. And the fact that you have 2 amazing little girls only adds to the appeal Elena not takes away from it. Those other men were idiots to bail at first sign of children in the picture."

She bit her lip between her teeth, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. He wasn't going to bail and run. She had given him so many reasons to believe nothing could work between them. But he wanted to try to see where this would go...for real. Her children made her more attractive to him? She could hardly believe it.

"I...I don't know what to say Damon...I really don't."

He smiled softly at her. "Then don't say anything. Just believe that I mean it. I won't push you in anything...everything will be your choice and your move. You don't deserve to live in fear or emptiness believing you are worth nothing. All I ask is the chance to show you that you are wrong about yourself. Give me till Christmas to show you...a bit at a time, that miracles like this season can bring can be yours too." He ran his hand down her cheek again. "You deserve so much more than Mason ever gave you and I want a chance to show you. Will you give me that?"

She was nodding before he even finished saying it. She believed in miracles, just never thought she would find one herself. "Yes Damon. I will give you that chance...till Christmas and thank you so being so understanding."

He smiled warmly at her. "Anytime. Till we figure out who is trying to hurt you it looks like we might have quite a bit of time to spend together to find the magic of Christmas." He held up a finger, his eyes widening. "But before the day starts and your angels wake up I want to tell you about me too. You deserve to know my life is messy too. You aren't alone in that."

She curled more into the blanket and leaned back against the arm of the couch. He had said he had darkness too. Was she ready for this? She had no idea. But she wanted to know more about him...their connection and feeling safe with him...those feelings she had didn't lie. And however dark or how many skeletons he had in his closet, she wanted to know.

Elena owed it to her daughters to be much more careful with anything resembling love or a future that they were a part of. Those girls were her world and she would protect them with her life from anything that threatened them…

I will have another update up as soon as I can. We will get a lot more of insight into Damon's past and the event that is causing his nightmares and why he blew it so bad with his temper. I have always done my best to take good care of these precious characters so don't judge things too harshly too quickly. What he shares is dark too and these two sharing so deeply will help their bond grow stronger.

Elena will need to face the police and relive things with Mason too and they get another clue to why someone is after Elena and her little family.

I worked hard on this most of the weekend so please take a moment to send me a review. I love reading that people are enjoying the story and giving ideas and asking questions.

Please take a look at Carols amazing Christmas story if you haven't already, called Somewhere in my Memory. Its beautiful and I love that she explores the disability of Damon being deaf and Elena being the strong one. Its such a different approach to the characters and so powerful.

Maria April May is back and I am getting caught up on her stories too. Devil's Obsession is crashing to a close and so exciting! And she has Forget Me Not still going and Inked Hearts too that I am just getting into.

Justina's story Things You Felt While He is Gone is incredible and I am eager for more!

All is Fair by Foreverfirstloves is so vivid and really dark and dangerous. There are lots of great authors loving what they do and keeping DE alive.

Have a great night!