AN: I think you can say this is one hell of a chapter. At least it was for me when I wrote it. Now I'm not going to say much about it. Just enjoy it. And review pretty please!

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Elena paced around the room, trying to figure out what she should wear to the office today. She opened the closed and looked at the pile of clothes inside and she still thought that she had nothing to wear. Eventually, after a few more minutes in front of the massive closet, she chose to wear a grey short, a-line skirt, one that she received from Caroline, of course and a white shirt.

She turned around and walked to the mirror in the corner of the room; she pulled her hair into a bun and then stared at her face. For the first time, there weren't dried tears staining her cheeks, or sad eyes, or black circles. Her face was radiating with joy, like the rest of her body. Elena glanced back at the bed and looked at the man she loved; yes, she loved him, more than she loved anyone in her life and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone take that away from her.

Her life had transformed in barely eight hours and just thinking about the previous night brightened the ever-present smile on her face.

"I'm ready."

Elena stood there, face to face with the man she craved so much these last months. She was ready to start a new life with him, to give up on the ideas she had fixated in her head. And as she looked at him, she noticed his blue eyes shimmering with something she couldn't put her finger on; could've been hurt, could've been hate, could've been everything but what she wanted it to be. Love.

"Say something." She begged and he did nothing. He stood there, in the doorway, frozen on the spot and she couldn't help but think that he didn't want to hear from her again. The feeling was so foreign to her and still it started to hurt like a bitch to know that the man she wanted could possibly despise her. Eventually, Damon moved to the left and signaled with his head to come inside. She hoisted up the enormous suitcase and pulled it along. She dumped it near the door as she sat on the big black leather couch she has spent so many days on just a few months ago. It felt like it was just yesterday when she was there, with the light on, reading a book and having tea, waiting for Damon to come home from work.

She peeked at him through her lashes. He was gorgeous, wearing nothing other than the towel wrapped around his waist; his hair was damp and there were still drops of water on his chest. She wondered if he made it a habit to answer the door like that. Maybe he was waiting for someone, although she secretly hoped he wasn't. She didn't want to see that chestnut haired girl walk through that door and hug him and kiss him and...ugh! Just the thought made her nauseous.

"What are you doing here, Elena?" Damon asked, moving closer to her. The distance could still be measured in meters, but she could already smell his body wash. She blushed at the memory of her using his bath products when she didn't have her own. She remembered imagining and wanting him to be there, in the shower, with her, rubbing her back and kissing her neck.

"You still with me?" Damon asked, waving a hand in front of her face and she suddenly moved her gaze to him and pushed away the indecent thoughts. She took a deep breath and calculated her words before starting to talk.

"Three months ago you asked me to stay with you. And I said no." Elena said, thinking what these words would do to him.

"Oh, I remember what you said."

"I was an idiot. Just like I was with Dylan when he proposed to me. If I keep living my life like this, I'll be alone forever, and I don't want that. Everybody who said it's best to have someone with you than having no one is right. I don't like being alone." She confessed and leaned forward to be as close to him as possible as she tried to look into his eyes and decipher what he was thinking.

"So what are you saying? That you should've married him, or what?" Damon asked and it seemed like his interest had finally been pricked.

"No! I didn't want to marry him. I mean, I did, but I wasn't ready. Just like I wasn't when you asked me to move in with you. But I am now. I want to move in with you Damon. I mean, if you still want me to." She said in a low voice and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Why, you don't believe me? Or...did you? Oh god, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry for bothering you Damon. You clearly have someone over and I don't want to interrupt." She stood up and started to walk quickly towards the door. She was such a fool to come to him; she should've known that he wouldn't listen to her and that he went home with that klutz. Why was this always happening to her? Why did she always pick the wrong persons?

"Elena, wait! What are you talking about?" He frowned, clearly not knowing what she meant.

"I'm talking about the fact that you've never cared about me, Damon. I've practically begged you not to go home with that girl you were with and you did. She's here, isn't she?" Tears started to prick her eyes and she didn't bother to hide them.

"You mean Andie? Because no, she's not here. I'm alone here." Damon said. So the girl had a name; Andie.

"Oh." She stopped in the middle of the room and stared at him. She felt like she was Icarus, who was flying too close to the sun and when she would get to him, she would burn and not get to enjoy it. She was afraid that if she made that step towards him, he would tell her he didn't want her anymore.

She could feel the atmosphere charging with tension as they stood there, looking at each other, silently. Elena lost count of the minutes. Could've been hours, but she wasn't sure; she didn't know anything for certain at that moment. She just knew that she was face to face with Damon, so close again after all those months, and she wasn't saying anything.

"You should know that...I miss you, Damon. So much." Elena finally admitted and she couldn't move when she saw him coming towards her, taking that one big step and stopping in front of her.

He cupped her face and she automatically wrapped her arms around his midsection. His lips lowered to hers and for the first time in those three months, she felt alive again; she was kissing him with all that she had. And she felt like he was doing the same. His lips were pressed against hers and his tongue dipped into her mouth excruciatingly slow and painful, like he wanted to punish her for what she did.

She moaned into his mouth when she felt she couldn't breathe anymore. She needed air, but she thought that she needed his kisses more than air. So she raised her hands to run her fingers through his velvet-like hair and she knew this was what it was like to feel desire for someone; and she had never felt it in her life. All those times she thought she wanted to sleep with her high school boyfriend or all the times she has slept with Dylan, they weren't like this. They weren't able to make her shiver and make her skin tingle from just one kiss.

"Does this mean forgive me?"

"It means that...you...gotta shut up...and let me make love to you." He breathed out while he tried to catch his breath as well. Her heart skipped a beat at his words; he never said make love to her before.

He was soon kissing her, feverishly, passionately and she put every part of her into that kiss. Elena didn't even feel Damon push her against the nearest wall and lift her up so she could wrap her legs around him. His kisses were intoxicating and right then there were all she needed to keep living.

As he spooned her from behind and carried her to the enormous bed in his bedroom, she giggled like a little girl. She opened her eyes and looked around; she had a few special memories from this bedroom. They'd spent hours and hours in that bed, having sex, talking, cuddling while sleeping, or simply watching TV.

Before she could make her move, Damon was hovering over her. He was struggling to get her out of her dress. She lifted her hips up so he could roll the material off her body and when he finally did, he unclasped her bra and threw it across the room along with her dress.

He purred and scooted down her body, placing gentle, wet kisses along her collarbone, before meandering his way to her breasts.

"Perfect." He breathed out as cupped one perfectly round breast into his hand, teasing her nipple as he did so. She moaned into his mouth and he just took it as a sign to continue with his teasing and his head moved down on her body and soon he was kissing her stomach and she felt her insides clenching.

Her fingers dug into his hair, holding him there, as close to her as possible, because she didn't know if he would still be there the next day.

His hands cupped her face as he captured her lips again and when he felt the wetness of her cheeks, he pulled his mouth away from hers and he looked at her with eyes filled with shock.

"Elena? Are you okay?"

"Will you still be here tomorrow?" She asked with trembling voice and the next second his lips touched hers for a briefly yet suave kiss.

"Of course. Where would I be?" She nodded shortly and smiled warmly, radiating all the happiness she felt in that moment.

"Then yes, I'm as okay as I can be."

Elena's hands went helplessly to his head, curling into his soft, dark locks and holding on for dear life as he slid a finger inside her and began to move it in and out, faster and harder. She let out a scream followed by his name as he kissed her thighs and she let her orgasm rip through her body while he paid homage to her body.

"Damon, please..." She begged and his head snapped up, his shining blue eyes locked with her chocolate brown ones. Her tummy was shaking with desire and some other foreign feelings . When the last electric after shock of ecstasy had finally zinged its way through her central nervous system, Elena, exhausted from the violence of her orgasm, fell back on the bed, chest heaving from exertion. She brushed the sweaty locks of hair that clung to her face and blew out a long, satisfied breath as her body fell into a semi-comatose state of absolute euphoria.

His fingers teased her skin as they moved down to her thighs and stopped there. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed into her. Her walls slowly accommodated his size and then the electric shocks and fireworks started all over again as he rocked his hips together with hers into a perfectly motioned rhythm. She couldn't ask for anything else; all she wanted was here, in her arms.

Damon's movements were rapid, like their lives depended on it. Elena's nails dug into his pectoral muscles as he crashed their lips together, planting a kiss that made Elena's control snap immediately. Her second orgasm was excruciatingly powerful, surely the best one in her whole life. It didn't take long until he followed her and called her name out loud as he poured himself into her.

As they held each other, bodies still shaking and shivering, Elena pressed a tender kiss to his lips and rested her head in the crook of his neck. One thing she was sure of was that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a long time after the turmoil of emotions she has just experienced. Elena looked at him and smiled as she watched his eyelids drooping and then finally falling over his perfectly blue eyes. That moment, she knew he was asleep and finally wasn't tortured about bad memories. She looked at him and it hit her like a hard rocket; all those feeling she had for him, that were so strong and so heartbreaking at some times. She now had a name for them. She looked at him and whispered something that she hoped she would be able to confess to him when he was awake; that something that she hoped she would hear back from him.

"I love you."

She loved him. She saw it clear as day. Everything she did, she did out of love for him. Her running away had been her body's last effort from taking this plunge. But it was a useless battle because there she was, back in his apartment, in his room, in his bed, thinking about what to wear to work.

She slowly walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Elena extended her hand and caressed his face. She looked at the clock on the nightstand and it indicated that it was 8:30 in the morning. They had-or better, she had-to be at the office at 9. At that pace, she would never be able to make it. But at the same time, she didn't want to leave without saying good morning to him or kissing him.

"Damon, it's time to wake up." She chirped and as he started to shift in the bed, his arms encircled her waist and pulled her down, above him. "Damon, no!" She giggled as he started to tickle her.

"Ticklish?" He asked in his hoarse morning voice.

"Very. Now stop, please. We're running late." She said and quickly pecked him on the lips, but he only shrugged indifferently and deepened his kiss, sending shivers down her spine.

"If you want, we can stay at home today." Damon mumbled between kisses and she wished they could just stay in bed, making love for the rest of their lives, but it wasn't that easy and she knew it. She cupped his face and looked into his eyes; they were so compelling that she still felt like she was struck by lightning when she looked into them. She wished she could just tell him how much she loved him, but she couldn't.

"Get up." She whispered and pressed her lips against his in a searing kiss, then she made her way out of the bed and looked at him as he lazily stood up and walked to the bathroom. He was so oblivious to the fact that he was naked that it amazed her.

"Come here." Damon called out for her and she could hear the water running. She walked into the bathroom and looked at him while he showered. She remembered that a few months ago she ended up in her bathroom, staring at him naked and wishing she could touch him and feel every inch of his skin. Now, all of those wishes were still present inside her and she wished he would knew how she truly felt about him.

"Shower with me?"

"I've already showered Damon. Plus, we're running out of time. At this rate, we're going to get to the office when everyone else is leaving."

"So you're not coming to say hi to little Damon?" She noticed his brows waggling and she found it hard to resist the urge to run into the shower and forget all about work.

"Cocky much, aren't you Salvatore?" She playfully tapped her foot against the black marble floor.

An hour later, Damon parked the car in his personal parking spot at the office and soon, they were walking thru the entrance. Damon got closer to her and she reluctantly put her arm around him, but he just shrugged it off and instead interlocked his fingers with hers. The move shocked Elena and she wanted to scream and cry with happiness. He was holding her hand.

They walked like that into the building and she couldn't stop herself from smiling like an idiot. Also, she noticed the look on the receptionist's face and she wanted to rub it in her face that Damon was hers. She didn't know why, but since she started her relationship with Damon, she acted like a bitch; at least that was what she thought. She just wanted everybody else to know that he was hers, and not available for other woman to sleep with. But if she thought better about it, she realized she couldn't say that out loud because he wasn't her boyfriend. They were just friends with benefits; at least for now.

"I'll need you to help me out with a new project. I'll explain it all a little bit later, after I get more information from Stefan, okay?" Damon said, his arm hanging lazily on her hip.

"Sure." It was all she was able to say and the next moment she felt his warm lips against hers, molding together like they always did. She allowed her thoughts to fly freely and her heart to skip another beat as he kissed her; they were at the office and he was kissing her. Even if there was no one present to see them, she still felt like she was in 7th heaven because it gave her hope that he felt more for her.

"Well, well, look what we have here."

They both automatically pulled away but stood at each other's side as they turned around. Of course it had to be her.

"First is a good luck, second is a coincidence but third's a charm. What the fuck are you doing here, Katherine?" Damon snapped and for the first time since she knew him, Elena knew he was utterly disturbed by Katherine and not in the romantic way, but in the literal one.

"Oh, but lover, don't be so bitter." She spat out and Elena was looking at the scene in front of her eyes, trying to imagine that it wasn't really happening.

"I am not your lover. Care to tell why you're in my building? Or no...it would be better if you'd just get out."

"Why? So you can fuck that whore who's following you like a lost puppy?" Katherine smirked devilishly but she didn't know that that was the last thing Elena was going to endure. She stepped forward and without thinking about it twice, she angrily slapped Katherine, looking at her shocked face and then turned to Damon and slightly shook her head to express her regret for putting him in this situation. His face was blank, emotionless and she wondered if she did wrong by putting Katherine in her place. But this wasn't just about Damon anymore. It was the second time Katherine had offended her and she wasn't going to take it again.

"My life and my actions are none of your business, Katherine. So leave me alone!" Elena spit through gritted teeth and watched Katherine's face filling with anger and her eyes flashing madly at her.

"You're going to regret this." She mumbled, her left cheek reddening and Elena's handprint slowly appeared on it.

"You asked for it, Katherine." Damon simply stated and he shrugged indifferently as he did so.

"Why are you defending her, Damon? You love me, you've always loved me." Katherine said and for a moment, Elena thought she would cry. How pathetic could she be? She was practically begging for him to love her.

"I loved you. Past tense. Elena is my girlfriend and you are going to stay away from us!" Damon raised his voice and Elena's gaze caught his and he slowly stroked her hand. He called her his girlfriend. She knew he didn't mean it, but she still couldn't stop thinking there was at least a tiny bit of truth in that statement. She prayed there was.

"You really think I believe that, Damon?"

"I don't really care what you think, Katherine. Just tell me what are you doing here and then get out." He requested and she smirked again and it was like she had no emotions. Elena would've broke in a million pieces by now if he would've said that to her.

"I'm here for a commercial. They wanted me to do it." Damon's face turned into something Elena didn't recognize at first but then she realized he was laughing. He was laughing like he was really enjoying making fun of Katherine. She almost burst into a fit of giggles as well, but when she was about to do it, Damon spoke again.

"Oh, Kath, Kath. Do you really think I'd allow you to be a model for my company? Are you really so naïve to think that?" He spoke between fits of laughter and this time Katherine lost her smile and instead looked at him with surprise.

"What are you saying? It's been years since I've modeled for this company. You can't kick me out!"

"Watch me!" Damon smirked and Elena's inner self was hugging and kissing him for telling Katherine that she had nothing to do with him anymore.

"Damon, please."

"Go beg your boyfriends, Katherine and leave me alone. Get out of here!"

Elena didn't say anything else as she watched Katherine move along the corridor, her steps quickening. Elena made her way into her office and just when she was about to close the door, Damon stopped her and followed her inside. She sat on the big leather chair and opened her laptop, but her gaze was focused on him.

"I'm sorry for this situation. I had no idea she was going to be here, I promise." Damon said, leaning forward against her desk.

"Forget about it. I'm sorry for making it worse for you. I just couldn't let her offend me once again."

"Of course not! She had her coming. Though I had no idea you are that feisty." Damon smirked playfully and Elena felt her cheeks flustering.

"Damon?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you keep telling her I'm your girlfriend? What if she finds out we're only friends?" Elena emphasized the last word with sorrow in her voice, because she wanted anything but being just friends with Damon.

"Well, I don't know. It seems that telling her that has kept her away from me for a while. Besides, you're now living with me and, I don't know, it just felt natural to say it. Does it bother you?" Damon asked and her eyes widened at the choice of his words; natural. She wished it was like he said.

"Not at all. Just wanted to clear that up." Of course it bothered her; it bothered her that he didn't really considered her his girlfriend, that he was only using her to make his ex-fiancée jealous. It wasn't fair at all to her. But if that was a sacrifice she had to make to gain his love, she was willing to do it. "Now, you were telling me about a new project?"

"Yes. I'm waiting for Stefan to come. He knows all the details. I'll let you know when to join us in my office, okay?" She nodded shortly and he was out the next moment. He didn't say anything else; he didn't touch her, or kiss her. Though she wasn't sure she would've kissed him back after everything that happened.

A few minutes later, Caroline swooped into her office without bothering to knock and sat on the chair in front of her desk, clapping her hands together. Elena could see she was nervous, but she didn't say anything yet, knowing her friend would start to talk soon.

"Those idiots don't have the decorations ready!" She snapped, throwing her purse on Elena's desk and making some papers fly from it. Elena narrowed her eyes and stood up from her chair, collecting the papers from the floor.

"Slow down, Care. When was the deadline for them?" She asked, arranging the papers into a folder so her friend wouldn't do any other damage to her work.

"Today! Can you believe it?"

"Caroline, nothing will happen if they are a few days late. There's a month left to your wedding." Elena tried to explain but it seemed like she just couldn't reason with the blonde. She wasn't taking any argument, instead she was getting angrier.

"Are you kidding me, 'Lena? A few days? That means there's the chance someone else will order the same color and models and this can't happen. My wedding has to be original!" Caroline squeaked, her voice raising a few octaves.

"Okay. Breathe, Caroline, breathe." Elena clasped her friend's hand and tugged at it gently, comforting her. "This is not you right now. You're just so nervous because the time is ticking but everything will be alright, and you know that, right?"

"I don't know, Elena. What if something happens? What if someone else is having their wedding the same day?" Elena tried to hold in her laughter and instead smiled at her friend, who was about to rip her hair out.

"This is New York, Care. There will be at least twenty more weddings the same day as yours. But yours will be the brightest, the most beautiful one, because you're the bride and you've invested so much into this. You deserve to have the perfect wedding, and you will have it, you'll see it." Elena was relieved when Caroline nodded her head, agreeing with Elena.

"I do, right?"

"Yes, you do." She smiled and glanced at her laptop to see if she got any news on the new project.

"So how have you been? How are things with Damon? Is he talking to you?" The blonde requested and Elena sighed because so much had happened since the night before, since the engagement party. Caroline was going to freak out.

"I'm fine, Care. Things are...better."

"Just spill the beans already, 'Lena! I'm dying here."

"There's nothing to spill, actually. We've talked and somehow he doesn't hate me. Which is a good thing, right?"

Elena thought about what Caroline would think and say when she'd find out that she moved in with Damon. But most of all, she wondered what her friend would say when she'd hear that she's in love with Damon. She would most likely freak out and try to convince her to depart to Africa, so she would never see Damon again.

"I couldn't care less." The blonde scoffed and Elena rolled her eyes in exasperation. Why was she talking to Caroline about Damon, again?

"Anyway, he was with someone last night, so..."

"Oh, yeah, Andie. From what Stefan told me, she's Damon's ex-girlfriend. They went to the same college and Stefan said she's still drooling for him, even if she's always coming and going; she's an archaeologist and she travels all around the world and now she's going to be in New York for a month."

"Oh. I had no idea." Suddenly Elena felt betrayed. Damon has brought his ex-girlfriend to that event, being perfectly aware that she was going to be there. Was he trying to make her jealous from the beginning or did he really not care about what she thought? She's have to ask him about that.

And just as Caroline was about to say something else, the door opened and Damon stood in the doorway.

"Hey, can you come into my office? Stefan's here and he's going to talk to us about this mysterious new project."

"Sure, I'll be right there." Elena said and carefully wiped away her tears, not wanting to smear her mascara. She noticed Caroline shooting daggers in his direction but didn't say anything to that.

"Have you been crying?" Damon asked and she looked over to Caroline, who talked first.

"None of your business, Damon." She deadpanned and he frowned, his gaze moving to Elena again. She shrugged and tried to find an explanation that would fit the situation.

"It's nothing, Damon. We were talking about Caroline's wedding. I've always thought we were going to have a double wedding and now that I've realized it's not going to happen, I don't know, I was overwhelmed. Things like this happen when your best friend is getting married. It's normal for me to be so emotional."

"Hm..." He didn't seem too oblivious to Elena's words but that explanation would do for a while, she hoped. In the next minute she was up and walking to the door, with Caroline ahead of her.

"What are your plans for later?" The blonde asked.

"I don't know, Care. I think I'm going home and watching a movie."

"You are such a boring person. You should get out, enjoy the sun. I'll talk to you later, 'Lena." The blonde said and pulled her friend into a warm hug before leaving.

Elena strolled down the corridor and entered Damon's office without bothering to knock. She looked at Stefan, who was pacing the room, seeming pretty nervous and Damon who was sitting on the couch, probably benumbed by his brother.

"What's going on?" She asked as she made her way to the couch and sat next to Damon.

"I don't know, I'm waiting for Stefan to talk." Damon mumbled. "Come on, Stefan, just talk already."

"Are you sure you want me here? I can come back later and-" She started but Stefan raised his hand to stop her.

"No. I mean, I think Damon won't mind if you stay. After all, you just had an argument with the biggest bitch alive." He said and Elena knew who was he talking about. But that wasn't what surprised her; it was his audacity, because she has never seen Stefan so angry.

"So it's about Katherine. Just drop the bomb, Stef and let's move past it." Damon sighed and Elena noticed he looked so bored; and he probably was bored of hearing about Katherine. Elena leaned her head against the edge of the couch, making herself as comfortable as she could for what was coming.

"There's a new project for us; a cosmetic company needs several advertisements, and they want it with one model. Guess who." Stefan ran a hand through his hair, a gesture Elena has seen Damon do a thousand times. She narrowed her eyes, trying to find the edge of the thread there. Damon, instead, jumped from his place and made a step towards his brother, standing face to face with him.

"She is not working with us. With me!" Damon sneered through a gritted teeth and Elena understood. Katherine said earlier that she was called because she was a model for his company and now Stefan said something about that factory wanting one model; they wanted Katherine.

"I knew you would say that, Damon. But you should know that there's a lot of money in the game; if you decline this, they are going to end their contract with us."

"I don't care how much money I lose, Katherine will not step foot in this place again. Not while I'm still breathing."

"Then we need to find a solution." Stefan said and his glance wandered to Elena, whose attention was suddenly pricked.

"So what's my part in this? I've had an argument with her, yes, but I have nothing to do with your contracts, guys, it's none of my business." She shrugged, not indifferently, but in a way that showed her little interest in the discussion. She was fed up with Katherine already.

"You're probably going to murder me for this, Elena, but I have no other alternative than this one." Stefan sighed and he seemed utterly ashamed for what he was going to say. Elena understood nothing and Damon seemed confused as well.

"Damon, she can model instead of Katherine. They look almost alike and I'm sure I can come to an agreement with the manager of the factory." Stefan said and looked over to Elena, whose face turned white at the thought. No, she wasn't doing that, no way!

"No way! I'm not replacing Katherine. I understand, or at least try to understand, people confusing me with her but replacing her intentionally? That's not going to happen." She snapped and paced the room. She felt Damon's gaze burning in her back and she turned to look at him.

"Don't you dare ask me to do this, Damon Salvatore!" She pointed her finger at him and Damon just narrowed his eyes, looking at Stefan.

"Chill out, 'Lena, I'm sure we'll find another way."

"There's no other way, brother, trust me. I've tried everything to make some other arrangement with them but they just won't rationalize. I think there's something fishy with Katherine involved. I can't put my finger on it, but they just won't give up on her." Stefan said and Elena thought about it for a second. They were going to lose a lot of money, that was bad. But she couldn't just do it; it would mean losing her dignity and she couldn't do it. But then she would feel guilty knowing she could've done something about it and she didn't. No, but it was insane. She wouldn't do it.

"Then I'll tell them to close the contract. There will be another one, Stefan. I'm sure we'll survive without this one." Damon said, shrugging.

"Fine, it's your choice. But just let me tell you that that sum of money would've covered the salary of the employees for at least five months."

"What?" Damon's jaw dropped and Elena frowned; if he was reacting like this, it meant that it was actually a big sum. She knew that the Salvatores employed over 200 people and they all received a more than decent salary. She shook her head. This was going to be an idiotic way to lose a bunch of money. Not that they didn't have a lot of money, but it was just stupid to give up on such a business.

"Yeah, that was my reaction when I first heard the sum they were offering too. Now you get it?" Stefan pointed out and Elena knew she had no other choice.

"What do I have to do?"

AN: Well, well. Now that you've read this whole chapter that was longer than the usual ones by the way, leave a review and let me know what you think. Ask and I'll respond.