Hello! This is one of the chapters I've added in the middle of the old mix, so you will get a bit of the things you asked for. Aaand, my finals are over, finally. Man, three weeks of it, I'm dead. Yeap, this means I will probably show up more often.
Oh, thank you for all the birthday wishes. I promise I won't blackmail you guys anymore.
Hope you like it.
Chapter 07: Dreams burns heavenly
DAMON POV
When I said, right back at chapter one, that being just best friends with Elena wasn't that bad I didn't know our friendship status would include being roommates in the near future. And let me tell you, it's the most tortuous live-action dream I've ever experienced.
For instance, this morning, I woke up with her dancing around my kitchen in a blue t-shirt and comfy stripe shorts. It's the pajama set she used to bring whenever we had a slumber party for two, so it's really nothing I haven't seen before. But, trust me, the sexiness and adorableness of it just amplifies immensely when she's moving without a care in the world, shaking her hips while she cooks.
Correction: while she tries to cook. The girl was clearly lost.
She cracked the eggs from the sink, completely forgetting about the bowl it should've been next to her, and ended up throwing it all in the trash can. Not that she seemed affected by it. She kept dancing like her hands weren't sticking with the yolks and white of the broken eggs.
Until, that is, the playlist changed to a song she didn't want. — Ugh. — She complained, glancing at her cellphone on the other side of the room, plugged in the corner of the counter.
— Just tell me the one you want to hear. — I said, getting it out of the spot I've been this whole time.
Elena turned her head to me with widened eyes. — Damon! — She exclaimed, that shade of red-ish pink coloring her cheeks. — What… — Her brown irises scanned the kitchen; and I decided to let the K-pop kids sing for a little longer so I could save my clumsy princess first.
I opened a drawer, threw a dishcloth over my shoulder and walked towards her. — Come here, let's clean this. — I took her hands in mine, guided her back to the sink, opening the faucet and putting her hands in the running water.
She let me wash the eggs from her fingers and looked at me shyly through her eyelashes. — I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.
Once her skin was clean, I wrapped her hands in the dishcloth to dry them. — Lainey, this place is yours too. — I reminded her. — Plus, you've always had a free card to this house. And now, more than ever, you're one hundred percent allowed to mess around the kitchen. — I raised an eyebrow and smirked. — Especially when you're dancing like that.
Elena has been living with me for about a week now; and while I know she's totally comfortable here, she's constantly making sure I'm comfortable with it as well. Letting go of the dishcloth, she covered her face, blushing in embarrassment. — Oh god.
I laughed, running my hands through her exposed arms. — The only reason I'm not joining you to pretend the kitchen is a dance floor it's because this music sucks and I need to make sure you won't starve.
Elena squinted her eyes. — Harry Styles? Really?
— What can I say? I have fifteen years-old patients. — I shrugged, shaking my head in amusement at the sight of the burnt bread. I swear she's the cleverest woman I know, but man if this girl can't be a disaster even when toasting a simple sandwich. — Why are you making scrambled eggs for breakfast anyway? You hate creamy cheese.
She bit her lip, glancing at me with those cute doe eyes.
Then, it hit me. It's my favorite thing to eat in the morning. — Lainey. — I said, smiling warmly. — You don't need to cook anything for me. That is my job.
— Exactly. — She argued, looking very much like a stubborn child. — And you do it for me all the time, I just wanted to spoil you a little bit too.
I pulled her to my chest, hugging her tightly to make sure I was more than happy with her failed attempt. — You're living with me. — I said, my cock instantly reacting to the feeling of her boobs pressed against me, so I forced myself to drift apart and simply cup her face with my hands. — You can't spoil anymore than that, trust me.
Elena smiled, relaxing at my touch and at my comforting words, thankfully unaware of the fact my underwear was getting tighter. — I love living with you, too.
I smiled back. — Good. 'Cause I'm not planning on letting you go. — I winked playfully, just to take the weight of what I was saying; and I stepped back, eager to put some distance between us before she could have the chance to notice how hard I was.
— Please, like I could share a place with anyone else now that I know what it's like to have you around all day. — Her tone was playful too, but I know she always means every word when it's directed to me, even if it doesn't entail all that I would like to.
I walked towards her cellphone, noticing she had been listening to the playlist she created with Jeremy. That certainly explains the K-pop on it. My fingers tapped the screen, selecting Elton John's Rocket Man instead. Little Gilbert alters between classic rock and Korean dudes and I will never be able to follow his eclectic changes; so it's a good thing I'm just his big brother figure while Kol it's the Peter Pan responsible for taking him out to play at Neverland.
Elena was coming right behind me, smiling approvingly at my choice of music. Yeah, it's not exactly something I would listen to freely, but anything for you, babe. Thinking about what she said, I looked back at her. — And what is it like to have me around all the time? — I asked teasingly. — A dream coming true? A fairytale? The perfect life?
She rolled her eyes, but got near me with a smile. — All of the above. — She admitted, getting into the tip of her feet and placing a smack kiss on my cheek.
My smile stretched itself from ear to ear. Knowing she's enjoying living with me this much melts my entire being. Because while she's sometimes unsure of how I feel about being roommates, I'm always concerned if she's happy here.
— Do you have work today? — I asked, discreetly fixing my shorts to hide my boner.
Elena shook her head. — Nope. But I need to go to NYU to talk with Shane about my thesis. Oh, and can we discuss that book you gave me? — She looked at me hopefully. — It will probably end up in the bibliography of the chapter, and I could really use your skills.
Oh, I can think of a lot of skills I could use on you. The majority of them involve my tongue kissing every inch of your body. Or maybe my hands working their way through your… Fuck, I need to play five-on-one in the shower soon, or my cock will explode.
I dismissed my unwelcomed horny thoughts, doing my best to focus on the current matter she was talking about. — The book that analyzes the portraits of emotions in children's cartoons?
She nodded. — Yeap. Do you have work today?
— I'm going to the Grill this afternoon just to check on things. — I opened the fridge to pick up some new eggs and cheese for my recipe and coconut for the pancakes I'm cooking for Elena. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed her watching me with a smile.
God, I really wished we were in a scenario where this would mean she was going to let me fuck her against the counter. — What? — I asked, bewildered, waiting for her answer to take a completely different path.
— You're so natural. — She said, pointing at me working.
I smiled, internally groaning due to my guesses being confirmed. — Well, I am one of the best chefs in the country.
She chuckled but didn't deny.
— Do you want to talk about the book while I cook? — I offered, desperately wanting an outlet to keep my mind from imagining all the things I want to do with her. — Then after eating, we shower, change into work clothes… — And I will be half-cure of my sex frustration. — Then I will drive you to NYU on my way to the Grill. Whatcha you think?
— I think I'm the luckiest girl because I'm the one who gets this part of you. — She quoted my words from the Mikaelson's ball.
— The domestic one? — I teased, silently thinking about how she has no idea that the roommate version of me comes with a secret box of underage images.
Elena looked at me, kindly correcting me. — My all-things savior.
And I'm feeling like the biggest asshole in the universe for having a pulsating cock when she's being all sweet and caring, saying the lovest things to me ever since she woke up and decided to cook me a surprise breakfast. It's no wonder the universe refuses to take me out of the friendzone area with Elena, I will never deserve this girl.
Checking things in the Grill took me longer than I expected due the presence of a certain Mikaelson girl. It's not like Rebekah doesn't hang out at my bar, on the contrary, she and Kol are always around, but I've never seen her sleeping depressingly at the counter.
Rose mouthed a "she's been here for hours" in response to my questionly look, and I sighed. Stefan should be in town, I might be a therapist, but he's so much better at this when Rebekah is concerned since they were each other's first. I sent a quick text to Klaus to let him know I'm watching over his drunk sister and took a place by her side.
— Rebekah Mikaelson. — I said, watching as she straightened herself in the seat, trying to pretend the alcohol hadn't hit her that hard. — What's got you so broody?
She looked away, not even bothering to say "hi". — Go away, Damon.
— Do I need to remind you this is my bar? — I asked cockly.
Rebekah groaned. — Fine, I will find another. — She made a move to stand up, but ended up stumbling on her own feet. I held her waist, gently putting her back in the seat.
— Bekah, come on. You're almost fading. — She complained, but made no further movement to leave. I turned to Rose. — No more alcoholic drinks for her, ok? And, please, bring a glass of water.
My bartender nodded, putting the filled glass in front of Rebekah a minute later, both of us ignoring the girl's protests. — I don't care if you're an adult. You are also my friends' little sister and there's no way you're passing out under my watch.
She drank the water, making a face so disgusted you would think I was giving her poison. — Do you want to talk about what happened? — I asked softly, guessing that she's not that far from the girls of her age I've treated, so maybe the psychological approach could work.
Thankfully, it did. She sobbed, looking up to stop the tears from falling, and, after taking a long breath, opened up a little bit. — Do you remember the guy I was with at Elijah's engagement party?
Honestly, I don't. My mind was so caught up with Adam that day, who had just become my patient, that I didn't take on my surrenderings. Plus, Klaus was alone too and we spent practically the whole evening drinking or chatting with Elijah and Katherine.
Still, I pretended to know exactly who she was talking about. — Yeap. What happened?
— Well, he dumped me for this woman who works with Nik at his art gallery. — This one I know, Camille is a beautiful blonde who has been Klaus' right arm at his business for as long as Rose has been mine.
And I didn't need to be a therapist to know exactly where this was going.
— I think I will establish a rule for my next boyfriend and forbid any contact with Nik's friends, this is the second time something like this happens. — She said bitterly.
Oook, to summon up what the hell Rebekah is talking about… Stefan and I have known the Mikaelsons since forever, because our families are incredibly rich, so not only our parents used to be friends, but we also went to highschool together.
Yeah, I bet you can imagine that. Elijah was the oldest, always so responsible, the one who complimented my brother for being such a role model student while me and Klaus skipped class to get wasted, jumping those high security walls to sneak out with the cheerleaders. We pranked so much that every teacher had sent us to detention at least twice per semester. Ah, my golden days.
Anyway, Rebekah was two years younger, so she didn't exactly hang with us. But she was close with Stefan and dated him briefly for two months; until Giuseppe was diagnosed with cancer and made our family move back to our hometown. We stayed in Fells Church for about a year, then father got better, we came back to New York, and Stefan and Rebekah picked up from where they left off.
That was also when our every three years trips started. Klaus and I had finished school and wanted to chill out before going to college while Elijah wanted to enjoy a vacation with Katherine. So the four of us went for a month break in California that turned into a road trip along the U.S. coast. Stefan and Rebekah were still fifteen, therefore underaged, so they stayed home that winter. Kol was only fourteen so he didn't get to go until our third and last trip. When baby bro and Barbie Klaus finally turned eighteen, we had our second trip and they got on board. This one happened at summer time and our destination was Indonesia.
In the meantime, the golden couple who were crowned prom king and queen broke up. Stefan and Rebekah got accepted in the best universities, but as they grew older, they also grew apart. Although they still reminded close friends for a while.
On our third trip things got… complicated.
Elijah had stopped working at the Mikaelson and Salvatore's Law Company to pursue his dreams that involved three fucking jobs. The rest of us were all in college, including Kol, because, somehow, he is a frat boy slash teen prodigy who went to med school! So to say it was hard to make this vacation happen is an understanding.
At last, Katherine called us when she knew our colleges were on a summer break and gave us an ultimatum that led our gang to buy last minute tickets to Australia. That year both me and Klaus brought friends from outside our families' group. I took Enzo, whom I had met in my first year studying Psychology. He used to come along to the Original fancy parties and had already bonded with the boys.
And when I said our third trip got complicated, it wasn't just because of our busy schedules. Klaus took Caroline that year, because, gossip number whatever: she used to be his bestie.
The thing was that she and Stefan got pretty close; and the three of them became this weird triangle that broke all the sudden when Blondie and baby bro started to date. Her presence also made Rebekah mad since she claimed the girl was stealing Stefan and Klaus from her, given my buddy had always been the brother she was most close to. And the fact the two women worked in the planning business just added to it.
So that's what Rebekah is talking about.
— You know Stefan still cares about you, right? — I said sincerely. — And if your boyfriend chose another girl over you… Then, I'm sorry, but you were dating the wrong guy.
— My words precisely. — A British accent answered, making us turn to the other Original who had arrived at my bar, Niklaus Mikaelson.
Rebekah looked at me furious. — Did you call him?!
— Of course he did. I'm your big brother, Rebekah. — Klaus replied. This time, the girl didn't wait for anyone to say a thing and got up from her seat, much more stable now, and walked out of the Grill. — I hope you're going straight to my car! — Klaus shouted, and we both knew she was.
He smirked. — I appreciate the call. Marcel broke things with her a few days ago, and she has been miserable ever since.
— Yeah, she wants to blow up Camille, so be careful to not let her around your art gallery any time soon.
Klaus frowned. — What does Camille have to do with it?
— She didn't tell you? It seems this Marcel dude dumped your sister to be with her.
His face got pale. — Shit.
— Yeap. — I agreed. I might not have any idea of what happened, but I can see how messed up this is.
He ran his hands through his blonde curls. — If we ever manage to make our trip this year, I'm adding a "no outsiders" rule.
— Like hell you are. I didn't take Elena in the last one 'cause we didn't know each other at the time, there's no way she won't come.
Klaus smiled, tapping my shoulder. — Relax. Your girl gets along with all of our brothers, Salvatore, she's not exactly an outsider. And I'm sure Kol would've set up the same conditions. — He glanced over his watch and sighed as the smile fell from his face. — I should better get going, before Rebekah steals my car.
To be honest, I never really understood why my brother and Rebekah had broken up in the first place. He was so smitten over her that he spent our whole year at Virginia crying because of the Mikaelson girl. Besides, she was probably the only one of his girlfriends whose father did approve, given her luxurious last name. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, Giuseppe hadn't called us out to dinner at Mikaelson's for a very long time. It didn't matter if none of their children ever made it, not with their parents present anyway, he and Mikael used to make the formal invitation once a year.
I made a mental note to ask Elijah about it later; chalk in the morbid curiosity if you must. Klaus might be my closer friend in the family, but the older brother had always been more discreet.
About his remark regarding Kol and Elena friendship, I knew he was right. In fact, I remember that on our last trip Peter Pan kept mumbling about how he should've brought his college friend along as well; 'cause he partied with us all, but never really buddied with anyone. Apparently, all of the Mikaelson met Elena before me, though briefly, because Kol had already dragged her to a few of their parties.
I, on the other hand, only crossed paths with her once I was back home and we ended up sharing some classes. It's funny, if Kol had bought her that year we would've met in a two month vacation in Australia.
The door of my bar-restaurant swung open and I smiled widely at the sight of the girl who is constantly occupying my mind. However, as soon as she stepped in, Elena bumped into a large male body. She gave him an apologetic look and made a move to keep on walking, but he held her by the wrist.
I crossed the place at record speed, approaching them just in time before the asshole could get his hands on her. I pushed him backwards, eyeing him threateningly; and it was only then I recognized the figure: Mikael Mikaelson.
Speaking of the devil.
— What the hell are you doing here? — I spit out angrily, shielding my best friend behind me. — And coming onto Elena from all things!
Mikael laughed, the strong smell of alcohol making me look away in disgust. — Oh, I was just checking what she's got that makes all of my sons worship the ground she walks in.
— You don't get to come anywhere near her. — I hissed furiously, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. The last thing I need it's the tabloids to write a note about it.
He laughed again, a lot more amused this time. — Have you forgotten who I am, boy?
— And have you forgotten this is my bar? — I fired back.
— Damon. — Elena whispered, her hand touching my shoulder softly.
Mikael's smile grew bigger. — Yeah, Damon, listen to your girlfriend. And see if you can keep an eye on her the next time, I would hate to step in front of all of you boys and get her into my bed first.
After this I would have punched him without thinking twice and fuck the press, if Elena hadn't beat me to it. Her hand flew across his face, hard, and he stumbled a little with the force of her slap. I smiled proudly, leaning in to whisper my last warning. — Leave my bar before I cause a scene.
He shot us daggers but did as it was told. Great, I sighed. How come such a lighthearted day turned into shit this quickly?
Once he was out of the door, I let out a sight I didn't know I was holding and turned my attention to Elena. My hands instinctively reached her arms, smoothing it kindly. — Are you alright?
— Yeah. — She sighed. — Sorry if I ended up causing a scene. — And God if she really didn't feel sorry for.
I shook my head. — Elena, you're allowed to defend yourself wherever you are, in any situation, and especially at my place.
— It's just… — Elena ran her hands through her face, slightly pushing her brown locks backwards. She looked at me shyly and whispered. — It's Kol's father.
— And if Peter Pan were here, he would have congratulated your punch, or did it himself. — I said, matter-of-factly.
She nodded, knowing I'm right. And it's no surprise to her that Mikael is a douche. There's a reason why Guiseppe gets along with him so well and it isn't because of their amazing parenting skills. And this isn't the first time Elena faces one of them either. She spilled hot metaphorically tea at my father's face the second he started to insult me when I first brought her to my old family's home in Virginia; for that and many other reasons, I haven't gone there much ever since. And she drunkenly told Mikael to go to hell when the Mikaelson dad talked shit about one of Klaus' paintings.
Honestly, they are lucky that Stefan is so in love with Law. If it was up to the rest of us, that Company they share would be dead as soon as they did. I mean, even Elijah bailed. And I still don't know how they still live in that castle. Not that each of them doesn't have their own place as well, but it doesn't matter how big their mansion is, I wouldn't want to spend more than a party-period there, ever. And at least I have a good mother to make up for it. Because Esther Mikaelson is just as bad as her husband; and in spite of their constant travels, the Mikaelson couple still live there until today.
— You know… — Elena looked at me with a smile as I turned the key on the doorknob of our apartment. — I kind of like this.
I raised a brow questionly. She shrugged. — Coming home with you.
She doesn't mean like that. She doesn't. She's your best friend. I repeated it again and again like a mantra.
But, being as whipped as I am, it's just hard not to melt when she says things like this. Or when she threw herself on the couch and grabbed my hand to pull me along with her. I sighed, repositioning myself and pulling her closer to me, all the stress the Mikaelsons gave me slipping from my body as she laid her head on my chest and rested on it.
— Do you want to eat? — I asked, stroking her brown locks. — I can cook something for 'ya.
She shook her head. — Let's just order some pizza.
I laughed. She's been worried about me working too hard all week. And I admit, things have been a little busy lately. Between running the bar and the clinic, sometimes I barely get any sleep. But I love both of my jobs. And… I may be hanging in the orphanage more often because of Adam. He's not the only patient I have there, but he's the one I worry about the most.
Thankfully, we made some progress with the whole "talking about superheroes" thing. And since I noticed he opens up a bit more when we are watching a cartoon or reading a comic, I started to show up there on some days, besides the appointment ones, just to chat and check on him. I'm still clueless about why I have felt so protective over him from the beginning, I just know that I do.
I looked at the girl in my arms. She was good at making him talk too, maybe I will take her with me the next time.
— What is it? — Elena asked quietly, glancing up at me.
I shrugged it off. This is something I can talk with her later. — I just zoned out. It's nothing. — I tightened my grip around her, kissing the top of her hair. — Are you sure you don't want me to cook anything?
— You have deep dark circles around your eyes, Damon. — Elena stated, dismissing the idea. — Besides… — She turned to face me, purring adorably. — How would you watch Pride and Prejudice with me if you were over the kitchen cooking?
I groaned. — Mr. Darcy again? Really?
She nodded enthusiastically. — It's the best movie ever made!
— Fight Club is a thousand times better. — I argued.
— Ok, bad boy. And we can watch it on the next movie night. — She straightened herself on the couch. — I will ask for our dinner then, aaand pick up some ice cream in the fridge. Did you remember taking the one you promised to Adam?
— Yeap. The chocolate one, just like he asked. — I said, following her towards the kitchen.
Elena watched me sit at the counter. She rolled her eyes and picked up the homemade vanilla ice cream I always have stocked for her. — God, you're stubborn.
— Hey, I'm not cooking. — I said, unblocking my cell phone and opening the iFood app to order us a double cheese pizza. Once I finished, I looked up to meet a smiling Elena who was holding a bowl of ice cream in her hands. — So… are we sharing? — I wiggled my eyebrows playfully, gesturing to the one spoon she placed on it.
She slid her free hand to mine, conjoining our fingers. — Come on, bad boy. We've got a movie to watch.
— This is ridiculous. How can she refuse his proposal?! — I asked, as Elizabeth Bennet screamed that Mr. Darcy was the last man in the world she could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
Elena laughed, shaking her head. — You say that every time we watch it.
— Yeah. — I argued. — Just look at the proposal he made. And in the rain from all things! Shouldn't this be the scenario when all great things in a romance movie happen?
— And shouldn't you hate Pride and Prejudice? — She kicked my tights from the opposite side of the couch we have been lying on since the film started. — How can you be so invested in their relationship if you dislike it so much?
I grabbed her foot, taking it to my mouth and pretending to bite it. She rubbed on my face and I moved away, gaining a lot of giggles in response. She looks so beautiful laughing like this, relaxed next to me, with her eyes sparkling because of a movie she already knows all the lines by heart.
— I never said I hate it… — I defended myself. — But it wouldn't be my first choice. And it's certainly not the one I would watch once a month.
She rolled her eyes. — I already said we're watching Fight Club next time, stop complaining. And it's enemies to lovers! The best romance trope ever.
— I thought you liked "best friends to lovers" better. — I teased, perfectly aware this is the trope, or whatever the hell she's talking about, that could represent us. — You know, we do marathoned X-Files at least twice. — I added, masking the true meaning of my words.
She considered it for a moment.
— They are both the best tropes ever, then. — She said, and I smirked. Elena loves Mulder and Scully way too much to put any other couple before them, even Darcy and Lizzie. And the same goes to Jane Austen's kids, so I guess they would end up sharing the number one position.
The bickering continued until the end of the movie. It wouldn't be us if we didn't spend half of the time arguing about the same things all over again. But, you know, that's just one of the reasons why I'm in love with her; it doesn't matter if we've already done this before a thousandth times, or even if it is just a indoor mundane activity, it always feels new and exciting because being with her it's what makes my blood pump.
Two pizzas and a bowl of ice cream later and we were both full, content and relaxed. Only this time she was snuggling on my chest as we rested wrapped in each other with a blanket warming us. Yes, we did share the ice cream. And it would have been nice to taste the vanilla in her tongue, but I suppose it was good enough to have her flying the spoon to my mouth while I rolled my eyes, complaining that I hate being fed like a baby.
This is familiar, I thought, as Lizzie walked until the sunset to meet her one true one love in the very last scene. Then I was thrown back to the night we hung on my rooftop, there was no movie, but we were exactly like this, cuddling on the couch and enjoying each other's company.
It must be the wine we drank while eating, it must be. Because, before I could stop myself, I whispered. — You were kind of making a reference to this scene to me that day, weren't you?
Elena looked up at me; and I could swear I felt her heart beating faster against my chest. I smiled, taking her hand and bringing it closer to my lips so I could kiss the back of it. — Yours it's warm, though. — I commented.
— Damon. — She said softly, incredibly low and hesitant.
Yeah, I know. We're not taking that road tonight. Or not any other night. Not ever, for that matter. Because I bet you don't even know what I'm actually suggesting here.
I let my hand stroke her brown locks, putting it behind her ear kindly. — I'm just saying… — I trailed off nonchalantly. — We might be just friends, but you're the only girl that I would let refuse a proposal of mine. — I winked.
She laughed, her body shaking with mine; and my unspoken words came back to the unsaid folder we can never open it. Smooth, Salvatore, smooth.
— Yeah, but you would never be enough of a gentleman to answer me like Darcy did.
I puffed. — "Forgive me, ma'am, for taking up so much of your time" — I quoted mockingly. — You damn right I wouldn't. In fact, I would have leaned in and made her give in to the chemistry they so clearly had and was louder than the rain!
She laughed softly. But suddenly her eyes grew darker, sadder even. — You know… — She swallowed. — If the girls you hook up with knew there was this romantic side buried deep in you, they would never sneak out in the morning. — She commented quietly.
And I wondered why she was mentioning it. Sure, Elena knows I go around with women a lot, but it's not something we talk about. Just like it always feels wrong to hear her telling me about her crushes and boyfriends. It's the only thing she prefers to talk about with Bonnie, and occasionally, when Lilian is around, with my mother.
Still, even though I know she's not jealous, because it doesn't matter the nature of the jokes we're making tonight, she couldn't possibly be jealous… I feel the need to make myself clear about her being the only one for me, in the only discrete way I'm allowed to.
— They won't have the chance to try anymore. — I said, gulping uncomfortably. — I'm staying clear of all women at the moment due to the presence of a certain cheesy girl who's in love with even cheesier romances.
Elena bit her lip. — Is that so?
— Hm-hm. She looks a lot like you, actually. — I teased, pointing at her face. — Anyway, she's my best friend. We've recently become roommates. And, honestly, I love living with her so much I don't want anyone to ruin our bubble.
She supported her arms on my chest and kissed my cheek, a habit of hers I'm so addicted to. — I love you, Damon.
I smiled. — Me too, Lainey. Me too.
Most ardently.
You have bewitched me body and soul.
And you will never know.
I've literally written an article about Pride and Prejudice, so to say the book/movie has been playing in my head lately it's an understanding.
Mikael is a dick; and, as you got to see, the Salvatores and the Mikaelsons are super close. The jealous!Elena will be around for quite some time and they will get extra cute (and turned on) with each other too. I've got some drama coming, but it's nothing too heavy bc this isn't my intention with this one, so don't worry.
Oh, and I will answer all of your reviews soon, I promise. Thank you to the guest readers who have commented as well. You're all amazing, people.
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