Previously: He looked back at her and then without hesitation drew his head down again, this time kissing her lips with his own.
It felt as though Elena's head was spinning, she had never been kissed before. Damon was starting to pull away, slowly, as if he was hoping she'd pull him back in for another kiss. Elena let out a shallow breath and sucked it back in quickly. "Damon…," she whispered, her voice very airy. "Elena…," Damon whispered back as response, his tone of voice matching hers to a tee. Elena's body began to feel horribly light, just as it had the previous night and she clenched her teeth. "Oh God, please don't let me faint again," she thought inwardly while trying to hold herself up properly. Damon seemed to sense the change in her demeanor and clutched Elena's small wrist to steady her. "Elena," he said again, his voice returning to its natural volume, "-Elena, are you all right?" he asked her, his blue eyes searching her chocolate colored ones. Elena shook slightly, as if being awoken from a dream suddenly, "Oh, yes I'm fine thank you," she told him with false brightness in her voice. "Elena, have I made you uncomfortable?" Damon asked, still holding on to her wrist, though his grip was looser now than it had been. Elena flushed, a rush of heat seemed to flood her body and make her skin slick. "N-no, you haven't, I just…ah…," she sputtered. Damon looked at her, his face softened, "Was that your first kiss Elena?" he asked her gently. Elena looked away, fearful that Damon was going to tell her that he could tell, that the kiss was sloppy and terrible to him. Damon reached out and turned Elena's face back to his, "Elena what's wrong?" he asked her, genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry. The kiss…I'm sorry I wasn't…good…," she whispered, her brown eyes watery. Damon laughed and smiled at Elena, "Elena, that kiss was the best kiss of my life."
Elena blinked. "The best kiss of his life?" she thought to herself doubtfully. At the very moment she thought this Damon grabbed her hand, putting the palm of it to his chest. "Do you feel that Elena?" he asked her quietly, "-that's my heart racing…because of you," he finished earnestly. Elena blushed, "My heart races faster," she told him quietly. Damon stared at her for a moment before speaking, "Oh, Elena…," he whispered, bringing his lips down to meet hers once more. Elena relaxed while under Damon's touch, her hand grasping the nape of his neck. "Will I see you tonight?" Damon asked Elena, his lips still pressed to her mouth. Elena pulled away from him, her eyes wide. "I-you haven't made you intentions with me clear," she told him. Damon smiled, "Haven't I?" He said, his voice rising with excitement. Elena shook her head; Damon had told her no such thing, she knew that he hadn't. Damon continued smiling as he spoke, "Miss Flori- Elena, I intend on marrying you."