Elena woke up and for the first time she felt good. She wasn't stressed or scared. She looked at her watch and she saw that it's 7 am, time to wake up.
She prepared herself and went down to the kitchen. Damon was still sleeping so she decided to make breakfast for him this time.
Damon woke up; it was now 7:45 am. He got up out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When he got downstairs, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen and it smelled like bacon. He entered the kitchen slowly and saw Elena, her back to him, wearing a long shirt ONLY and she was making breakfast. He studied her for few seconds, the shirt was way too short, if she bend over just a little he could see her panties. She looked adorable and sexy, who wouldn't want to wake up to that? But he had to stop thinking like that or else who would know what was he going to do. So he walked closer to her, she didn't hear him coming in, she was focused on the pan and then when he was inches away from her he whispered in her ear.
"Morning"
She jumped turning to him immediately causing the spatula in her hand to drop on the floor.
"God you scared me," she said panting placing a hand to her heart.
"Sorry" he chuckled lightly. "So I see you're making breakfast, normally I would be the one to make it."
"yeah… sorry about that, I just… I thought that today I could make you breakfast" she lowered her head looking at her hands slightly embarrassed that she wanted to make him breakfast and the fact that she was only wearing a shirt.
He smiled at her, she was too cute.
"Hey it's ok really… besides it looks delicious."
"Maybe I should change first" when she was about to leave he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"I prefer you not you" he said, his voice getting husky.
She looked at him shocked; did he really just say that?
He cleared his throat.
"I… I mean breakfast will get cold if you go now and I really want to try that bacon"
"yeah… yeah of course" she nodded and grabbed two plate from behind her setting the table.
God he was stupid, he shouldn't have said that. He pushed the thought away and sat down on the table preparing himself to eat.
"Here you go sir," she said placing a plate in front of him.
Here we go again with the "sir." But he expected that, I mean he was the one who asked her to call him that.
"Thank you"
They both ate in silence. When they finished Elena took the plate and washed them. She was still a "maid" after all.
"So are you ready for tonight?" Damon asked smiling.
She blushed at the question, they had a date tonight, of course she was ready, she was more than ready.
"What's happening tonight?" she teased him.
"Oh I think you know pretty well Miss Gilbert."
Does he have to be so hot?!
"Oh you mean dinner?"
Damon nodded smiling trying his best not to laugh knowing fully well that she was messing with him.
" Yeah sure whatever" she said nonchalantly.
She wanted to tease, fine, so can he.
He walked closer to her and turned her so that she was standing in front of him.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Her breath hitched in her throat, they were too close.
He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and he cupped her cheek with his free hand.
Leaning closer to her he said whispering in a husky voice. "Don't tease honey, I know those games and they won't work on me."
She gulped not knowing what to do, she could only look at his beautiful bleu eyes and wait for him to back away.
"I know you've been thinking about tonight the moment I asked you to that dinner."
If one of them moved an inch their lips could touch.
"At least I know I can't wait." That was the last thing he said before releasing her and leaving her alone in the kitchen.
What the fuck just happened.
