Don't do it, Elena!
Big, red, flashy light were going off in my head telling me to get the hell away from Damon, but my body still couldn't muster the strength to move. I just knew that I had to do something, and quick before my bones became permanently locked and I would never be able to move again.
Maybe Damon was slowly making me crazy. It was only a matter of time before his head games finally started eating away at my thin self control, and not to mention my sanity.
But I didn't have to do anything, Damon was the one who moved his gaze away from me first. That kinda made me embarrassed. After all, I was the one who was supposed to snap back a response and get off of him as quick as possible. Geez, where was I when I needed me most?
In Damonland. I thought, but then I winced. I was not supposed to be acting this way. I wasn't a nut job, so why was I acting like one?
"Maybe we should get up. My legs are going numb." I couldn't tell if he were joking or not; he sounded pretty serious to me.
I blushes and looked down at his legs. They were being ultimately crushed by mine. So much for being sexy.
Oh, boy. Know I was thinking of being sexy in the presence of Damon. If only I told him these things, then he would have a whole 'nother line of crude things to say.
I started getting up, trying my best not to fall down again, as the water sloshed around me and dripped off my body. When I was finally standing up, I reached out a hand towards Damon, which he gratefully took.
It made me wonder what his true intentions were. He could have gotten up by himself just as easily as I could, but still he seemed to linger on my hand as he stood up. But then I shuddered, I knew exactly what his true intentions were. He was only trying to get me into bed with him.
Maybe he really doesn't care about you, Elena. Maybe you're just a ploy to win the bet. I stopped because I was in danger of sounding crazy.
I still couldn't ignore the sparks that shot up my fingers, hand, arm and then finally all the way to my heart when he grabbed my hand. Just like the time when I grabbed the knife from him in the kitchen. Except this was a tad more intimate then cutting and throwing peppers into a pan.
Pushing away all the thought that were over flowing my brain, I got out of the tub with Damon closely by my side.
I almost smiled down at the flood we had created in the bathroom, but knowing that I was the one who was going to have to clean it up was enough for me to get rid of the grin.
I pushed myself through the gallons of water that seemed to be on the floor and turned around to face Damon. For probably the 4th time today he surprised the hell out of me.
Completely shirtless, enough to make me swoon at his feet. And he didn't even know what he was doing to me…
Girl, you have it bad. I sang in my head.
So naturally before he picked up his head from his shoes, I quickly looked away and into the mirror that was facing my way.
Yikes, I looked like one of the girls from the Saw movies. Makeup completely smeared, like I had been crying for hours. My hair was a complete limp mess and I was freezing my butt. I tried to wipe the better of the makeup away but I just ended up making it worse.
My hands flopped down uselessly at my sides as Damon looked at me. One look from him and I new he was suppressing a smile.
"You kinda look like a raccoon. A rabid, crazy, but surprisingly cute raccoon."
I didn't exactly know if this was a complement of not so I just scowled at him.
I looked around at the bathroom. We sure knew how to make a mess of things…literally. "This is your fault you know."
Damon just shrugged his shoulders and threw me a deep purple towel. He should have known that my hand eye coordination wasn't the best in the world. I watched helplessly as it slipped from my fingers and made it's way towards the pools of water we had made. Except for it never made it there. Before I could even say anything, the towel was gone, almost as if it disappeared in mid air.
I looked at Damon only to see that the towel was back in his hands and he was slowly walking towards me. "Try not to drop it this time. This is the only one clean enough to touch."
I snatched it away and held a firm grip on it. "I'm going to buy you more towels, either that or you need to stop taking so many showers."
Damon had turned and started walking out the door. "What can I say, I'm a man of hygiene."
I stared, eyebrows up, as he made his way out of the bathroom. No he was a man who knew how to make spectacular entrances and exits.
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"What are you doing?" Damon asked as I scribbled on a piece of paper.
"Making a list of things I need." I tucked a piece of my thankfully dry hair behind my ear.
We even managed to get the bathroom somewhat clean without causing anymore damage.
"And why are you making a list?"
I squinted my eyes at him as he stared at me with clear eyes. "You ask a lot of questions. I'm making a grocery list. Where getting dangerously low on fruit."Damon rolled his eyes "Of course we are."
"And," I continued "I hate to say it but you need more towels. They aren't just magically going to appear." But the real reason was because I didn't want him to catch me without a towel securely around my body. Awkward.
"Towels are overrated." As soon as he said it I immediately scowled at him.
"No need for the inappropriate comments."Damon huffed out a sigh and left me still writing on my piece of paper.
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"Nicest day I've ever seen around here."
We were walking towards Damon's car. He was right, it was a beautiful day. "Why does that seem as if it bugs you."
"Sun hurts my eyes." He said simply. As if to prove his point the pulled his sunglasses down from his head and put them into place.
I nodded to myself as I yanked open the passenger side of the car door and plopped myself down in the chair. "I thought that you're ring was supposed to protect you from the sun."
"yeah, it just protects the sun from burning me alive, not hurting my eyes."
I nodded again and chewed my lips in thought. "Anything else I should know?"Damon smiled a quick upturn of his mouth. "Virgin blood taste bad."
I could feel my mouth fall open. "Are you serious?"
He laughed this time. "No, blood is blood. It all taste the same, Elena. Well, except maybe yours. I'm pretty sure yours taste better than most." He winked at me and I hit him on the shoulder.
"That's not funny." But I couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Yes it is. Actually, if it were true then it would be funny." He flashed me a rare brilliant smile.
I liked those kind of smiles. They brightened up his whole face. And even though I couldn't see his eyes because of the glasses, I knew that they were sparkling with a mischievous glee. The kind of glee that you see on a kid's face. Because in some ways he was a kid. A big full-grown vampire kid.
Well, I guess he wasn't that full-grown. He was just 21, just a young man.
I then realized that hate didn't make you ugly, Damon was definitely not ugly, hate made you old.
Not physically but mentally too.
We continued that car ride in the same kind of awkward silence. The kind of silence where there's so much to be said that nobody says anything at all because your to busy wondering if the other person is going to say something first. It sounded confusing because it was, and the longer the silence went on the longer I was wondering what he was thinking. It was hard to tell with those sunglasses on though. Maybe he wanted it that way, not having to say anything at all.
It was like a huge bubble of unknown tension was building up to something big, pressing against are mouth so that we couldn't talk.
The I realized what kind of tension it was.
Something along the lines of sexual tension
Great…
Just what I needed, another thing I needed to keep in check. I had a whole list of things that I couldn't do with Damon during my stay. Stefan should have known that something was bound to happen.
He was the one who was worried about are "friendship, " if that was even what this was. So technically anything that happened stayed between the two of us.
I hope it did anyway. Wouldn't want anything I didn't want to getting out. What was gonna happen anyway, when Stefan come back and asked what I did?
Made a bet with Damon that could ruin our relationship, ignored the electric shock he gives me, looked at his chest, sliced pepper with him, shared an unwanted bath with him, and oh, don't let me forget that I kinda wanted to sleep with him during some time period.
Nope, I don't exactly think that one would work.
Suddenly Damon looked over at me quickly, the sun reflecting off his ring. "What are you thinking about?"
I let out a long breath that I had been holding for quite some time, relaxing know that the tension was broken. Or was it?
"Nothing, I was just thinking about stuff."
"You mean me?"I bolted up in my seat. What, know he could read minds too?
But then I looked over and realized that he was just joking, and I forced out weak smile.
It was to late though. I was caught red handed.
