EPOV

I woke up the next morning with my head on Damon's chest. He was still asleep, smiling slightly. I picked up my diary and a pen.

Dear diary,

Stefan and I broke up last night and Damon and I got together. You're probably thinking he's just a rebound, but he isn't. I love Damon, for who he is and who he isn't.

His Father hit him last night, Diary. It used to happen all the time he told me, but Stefan never knew.

He staid with me last night, not wanting to stay where his father was. Jeremy and Jenna were both out, so we...Well, I'm sure you can figure it out.

Damon had a lot more experiance so he did most of the work, but it was amazing.

There was a knock on the door down stairs. I looked at Damon, and guessed he'd be out for a while.

I got up and picked his shirt up. I pulled it on a buttoned it up. No one would care what anyone wore this early anyway. Damon shifted on the bed, pulling my pillow to his chest and letting out a little sigh.

I smiled and walked down stairs. The person knocked again and I opened the door. It was Stefan.

"Elena, I- oh. Did I interupt something?" He asked, anger in his eyes.

"Just some diary writing." I said.

He stood there quietly, looking me over.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Um...Can I come in?"

"I don't think now is the best time, Stefan. What do you need?"

"Last night, I overreacted. I'm sorry. I love you, Elena. I want to be with you. Please, come back to me?"

"You did over react. You brought your FATHER on a date, Stefan. I'm sorry, but I don't want you back."

"So, you moved on to Damon?"

"Yes, but-"

"You moved on pretty fast. Did you to have something behind my back? Fool around when I was out hunting?"

"No! Stefan-"

He turned and walked away. I closed the door and sighed. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. I knew Damon could sleep until about ten so I had an hour.
I put some pop-tarts in the toaster. Then I sat down and tried to think.

Stefan thought I'd cheated on him with Damon. I'd almost kissed him the night Stefan and I broke up, before the break up.

Did that count? I'd felt this little twinge in my heart when he looked sad, did that? I'd told him I'd loved him, what did that mean?

As I tried to think it out, I got the pop-tarts and munched on them while making the coffee.

Damon's black-"Like my soul." He'd once said. Mine with milk and sugar. I finished the pop-tarts and carried the coffee up to my room.

Damon was sitting up in the bed, his hair pointing out in wild directions, making him look so adorable...

"Good morning, princess." He said.

"Morning." I said, passing him his cup.

"Thank you." He said taking a gulp. "You look good in that shirt bi the way."

I blushed. "Well, I had to get the door."

"Really? Who was it?"

Should I lie? Damon lied all the time, but not to me.

"Stefan." I said, nonchalantly, hoping he'd shrug it off.

"And what did Mr. Funny Eyebrows want?" He asked.

"To get back together." Damon froze for a moment, then the wall went up.

"Oh."

"Damon-"

He got up and found his jeans and boxers.

"I...I should get home. I shouldn't have stayed..." He said, pulling them on.

"Damon-"

"Thanks for the coffee." He said. "I guess I'll-"

"DAMON!"

"What?" He said looking shocked by my out burt.

"I said no." I said. "I don't want to be with him." Damon smiled, then walked slowly back to the bed. I put my coffee down and opened my arms to him. He crawled in to them.

"I love you, Damon." I said. Undo the top couple of buttons. "And I trust you." I tilted my head back, and I heared him gulp.

"Elena, I can't...I won't..."

"Please." He leaned forward and kissed my neck. I didn't feel his fangs and was about to ask when he offered me his wrist. I took it.

I didn't feel his fangs penetrate my skin.