Hey everyone! It's been a crazy past few months but I'm BACK with another story—and, yes, this one will have a sequel! Yay! I've actually had the premise for this one in mind for a good couple years now and I finally know what I want to do with it…mostly. Anyway, I hope you all are well and I can't wait to complete this one.
Keep in mind, I am still writing this and, due to a very busy schedule, updates may take longer than usual for me. So stick with me and I will update when I can, which may be anywhere from a week to a couple weeks from now.
As usual, this is an M story, so expect lots of sauciness! ;)
The blonde reflection's lapis orbs rolled as she listened to Damon's venting. His boots stomped back and forth across the old, wooden flooring of her bedroom as he paced. Irritation rose in her as she stared at herself in the mirror, the alabaster image mimicking her frustration perfectly. This was the third time this week that Damon had brought up Bonnie's new boyfriend, or whatever he was. Honestly, she hadn't paid too much attention with college classes becoming hectic. At this very moment, as she looked into the glass, she wished Damon had pretended to be a college student this year one more time. At least he would've had something to preoccupy him other than her best friend's whereabouts. Then again, being over five hundred years old, he knew way too much already. Maybe college wouldn't have anything new to offer him. As Elena stared into her own lapis eyes, she saw things swirling there that bothered her. Not just the obvious frustration she felt lingered there, turning the deep blue into darkened oceans. No. There was more. Something she didn't want to touch on. It surged forward as Damon's words beat on her sore eardrums. And she winced.
"You should've heard the way she was whining over this dumbass. She's going to get hurt if she isn't careful, Elena. …Elena?"
Slamming her hands down onto the porcelain counter, Elena twirled around to face the source of her frustration. Azure eyes ablaze, she walked into her room and crossed her arms forcefully, only partially doing so to keep pieces of her from breaking off and falling to the floor. Chest rising in a deep intake of much-needed oxygen, Elena attempted to calm herself before opening her mouth, "Why do you think she'll get hurt? Eric seemed perfectly nice to me."
The elder Salvatore scoffed, his midnight eyes following in a quick roll, "He's up to no good. I would know."
Elena bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, "Bonnie can handle herself, I'm sure."
Damon stared at her silently, immobile aside from a slight raise of his brows. Elena couldn't help the giggle that bubbled to the surface of her lips. Her laughter rang in the air, delighting Damon's superhuman hearing with melodious tones. A smirk formed across his own mouth in response. "So you realize how ridiculous that statement was?" he chuckled, walking over to the bright, smiling girl of his dreams. He took her up in his strong arms, holding her close against his chest.
Wrapping long, slender arms around his narrow waist, Elena sighed as she rested against him, basking in the safety she felt in his embrace. "All I'm saying is that I'm sure she'll be ok. It's not like we all aren't here for her. I mean, Meredith and I go to the same university as her and everything."
"I just—"
Elena popped her head up to capture his lips in hers. Damon immediately succumbed to her, just like she loved. That soft rumble in his throat brought tingles to her skin as she deepened their kiss, tightening her arms around him. "I think you need to stop worrying about her so much." Elena breathed against the needy lips desperately trying to recapture hers. Putting a finger up to his mouth, she flicked her eyes up to his, "She is capable of taking care of herself, Damon. She's an adult, after all."
Damon's coal orbs rolled once again and Elena couldn't help but admire how sexy the action looked gracing his sinfully angelic features. "Barely." His lips moved against her finger.
A light chuckle burst from Elena's lips as she pulled herself from Damon and went to her closet in search of something to wear for the day. As much as he made her happy, she couldn't help the frown that pulled all the glee from her face.
"Anyway, I'm going to go grab a bite." He accentuated the word teasingly, earning a warning look from his blonde princess.
Elena was glad when she heard his boots treading down the hall as he strode from her bedroom. Her throat felt tight as she swallowed and she let out a long breath. The shirt in her hands hung down as she dropped her arms to her sides, releasing all the pent-up stress taking hold of her body. In a single blink, tears rolled down her cheeks, much to her surprise. With one, quick sweep, Elena dried them up and steadied herself. There would be no crying over something silly. After all, green was not her color.
Downstairs, Damon strolled into the kitchen on his way to the cellar. His human teeth ground as Bonnie's girly voice scraped against his sensitive ears. Small, flirtatious giggles bounced around the room, grating against every one of his nerves as he watched her twirl strawberry ringlets around a dainty digit. In her other hand, she held her cellphone up to her ear. Her rosebud lips smiled away as she lost herself in the annoying voice emanating from the opposite end of the phone. Damon could feel the detest contorting his lips into a notable grimace as the redhead leaned against the countertop, bouncing giddily as she did so.
"Hmm, I don't know if I'd be able to come over tonight though. I have a lot of work to get done." She whined into the receiver.
"Well why not do your work here? I could help you out." Eric's equally flirtatious tone suggested through the phone.
Bonnie bit down onto her lower lip as she contemplated her answer, "Well…maybe I cou—"
The small girl jumped as a hand suddenly snatched the phone from her grasp. She whipped around to see Damon with her phone at his ear, "Bonnie won't be coming over tonight. She has a future to study for."
Bonnie's brown orbs nearly fell out of her head as she watched him hit the "End" button with nothing but a dastardly smirk on his lips. He slammed the phone down onto the counter beside her, snapping her out of her shock with a startle. Bonnie's incredulous stare remained as she blinked unbelievably, shifting her gaze from the phone, to him, and back. "You—Y-You…" her chest rose and fell rapidly as the weight of his actions began to sink into her, forming a pit in her stomach. "You can't just…"
"That was a private call!" she shouted, swinging her hand up to Damon's gorgeously cocky face on instinct. Moments before impact, an iron grip locked around her wrist and pinned it against the counter. Before she had time to make any sort of comeback, her chocolate irises locked with his inky crystals and she froze, all too aware of how his body loomed over hers. He was dangerous, Bonnie knew it well, and she felt the fear course through her veins. But no matter how fearful of him she was, nothing ever stopped the other part of the poison from pouring into her bloodstream. And as she held onto the bits of anger being washed from her body, she felt it once more, the dreadful feeling that never ceased to exist. Disguising itself as fear was a sheer thrill that trickled into her body, alighting every nerve ending with some sort of wildfire that she could never tame.
"You're really dense if you think he wanted to help you study." Damon spat, unknowingly throwing gasoline onto the fire spreading throughout her slender frame.
With a vice grip on those broken pieces of anger, Bonnie geared up her response, "It's none of your business what he wanted. It's mine."
Damon let her rip her wrist from his hand and she rubbed it as she continued, "Besides—if he didn't want to help me, we could've just watched a movie or something."
Bonnie watched as the older Salvatore's brows furrowed, his dark eyes swirling with some strange mix of disbelief and…concern? Then her brows shot up as it hit her.
"Oh!" she blushed, and Damon couldn't help but admire the light, rosy color that graced the apples of her round cheeks, only adding to her natural beauty. Her blood suddenly smelled extra appealing as a remedy for his stinging throat and he couldn't keep himself from inhaling deeply as his tongue swiped languidly along his lower lip. Bonnie watched, almost in a trance, as Damon's tongue left a wet trail in the wake of its path. Unintentionally, she took her bottom lip into her mouth and swallowed hard, wishing away the feelings stirring up within her core. Pulse pounding, the air around them transformed into something too heady for Bonnie to breathe easily and Damon concentrated on each strained breath as it entered and left her body.
Reaching up to the lip being tauntingly bitten between her teeth, he gently released it from its torture with the pad of his thumb. His mouth watered at the reddened state of the tender mound of flesh.
"You need to be careful who you let in…" he breathed, letting his thumb glide across the swollen lip begging to be taken in by his own.
Shivers shook the petite redhead almost violently as she reveled in Damon's soft touch.
"Maybe you should be careful who you push away…" she mumbled, cuddling into Damon's palm as it came up to cup her cheek.
Pressing his free palm against the opposite cheek, Damon cupped her face between his hands and turned it up to his, "I'm not pushing you away, baby."
The low tone of his voice rumbled in Bonnie's ears, making her head fuzzy as his fingers left her face and traveled back into her hair, tangling in its masses of curls. She tried and failed to keep herself from melting into his movements as he began to slowly massage her scalp. Face twisted up in disgust at her own weakness, she surrendered to his ministrations with a small whimper and flung herself into his chest. Circling her arms tight around his waist, Bonnie snuggled into the taut pectoral muscles cushioning her head. Much to her surprise, she felt his arms snake around her tiny form and hold her close. Long fingers continued their unfair assault of her hair, tangling in the curls as they ran along strawberry strands.
"Then stay with me. Like you used to. Read to me until I fall asleep. Like before." Bonnie's small voice nearly cried into him.
Damon's hold on her tightened until he nearly crushed her, but she only wished him closer. "Bonnie…" he uttered in a tone just above a whisper, defeated and broken. She knew right then that anything they had before was lost.
"Things don't have to be so different just because Elena is back, you know…"
"I'm not trying to make this—"
Bonnie cut him off once more, "But you haven't spent time with me like that since." She pulled back just enough to look at him. Damon nearly dropped to his knees as her teary eyes locked with his, long lashes clumped together like glimmering stars along the saddened amber gems. Something in Damon's dead chest pulled, and he winced as she pressed herself ever closer, gaze never faltering from his all the while. "You used to talk to me, and laugh with me, and even kiss me sometimes." She sniffed as a tear spilled over and trailed down her cheek.
The pull in Damon's chest twisted as the forbidden images came forth, haunting him the same way they did in his dreams. They hadn't kissed much or very many times before Elena had declared her break from Stefan. It had only been a few stolen kisses, mostly chaste, mostly quick, usually not even on the lips. Except for the last one; the one right before Elena showed back up at the boarding house door. That one was the one he had tried to repress the most because that was also the one that had stayed trapped in his head, tormenting him with its taste. His eyes betrayed him, falling to her lips before darting back up to a safer place on her face. Taking his fingers from her hair, he wiped away the tear tainting her beautiful complexion.
"You can kiss me again…" Bonnie trailed off, seeing the slow shake of Damon's head begin, "if you…want…" she ended, eyes dropping to their bodies pressed flush against one another's.
She stepped back from his embrace, and Damon let his arms slide from around her warmth until he felt the emptiness brought about by her departure. With a quick sniffle, Bonnie wiped more tears from her face and grabbed her cellphone off the counter. Without granting him a single glance more, she hid her face beneath her hair as she brushed passed him on her way out of the kitchen. Damon jerked a hand out to grab her involuntarily but halted himself halfway. Fisting his fingers, he flinched as one last smack of her flip-flop against the tile rang in his ears. What would be his goal when he caught her? Keep watching as she broke? Make empty promises? Kiss her? …No.
With a low growl, Damon fisted shot down into the cellar and ripped open the stash of blood bags in the freezer, burying his fangs deep in the fresh blood. Falling back against the wall as he held tight to his sloshy sustenance, mental imagery ran wild behind closed eyes. Each gulp took him further into his daze. Her warmth was there, tight against him. Her neck was exposed to him, fangs piercing deep into her pale flesh, heated blood pouring down his throat. It tasted like her, like flowers and honey and everything sweet that she embodied.
Vampiric crystals flying open, Damon threw the emptied blood bag to the dusty ground and thrust his hands over the veiny pits of black succumbing to the bloodthirsty creature inside him. Curling his fingers in tight, he willed the unwanted images away until they dissipated, taking his primal form away with them. With the tightness in his chest fading, he took a long breath and sighed. A small smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he heard Elena's footsteps walking along the floor above him.
"Damon?" she called, and he loved the way his name sounded on her tongue.
With a clear mind, he licked the blood from his lips and whooshed up to Elena. The tension in his body eased as he took her into his arms, her giggles like music in his ears as he playfully nipped at her throat.
As he sat on the red, velvet couch that evening, a pair of headlights shined through the curtains, alighting the dim room in a slow sweep. Damon stiffened, coal eyes trained on the window where he saw a deep blue truck sparkling beneath the automatic flood light outside. The dim room grew even darker as Damon's eyes narrowed. Gritting his teeth, he watched as a lanky, young man pulled a phone from somewhere Damon couldn't quite see and began typing away. A small squeal sounded from upstairs and his eyes shifted to the stairs just before excited feet dashed down the steps. Throwing the book in his hands down onto the antique coffee table with a loud thud, Damon was on his feet in seconds as he rushed to catch the giddy bundle of red hair practically vibrating in anticipation.
His fingers wound around Bonnie's upper arm like snakes coiling around their prey. Wide brown eyes turned on him and all excitement bringing light to her face dropped into a worried frown. Damon would have laughed at the pout she wore like a reprimanded child if not for the fury burning beneath his skin. "Where do you think you're going?" his gaze dropped to her body, clad in a fitted crop top and high waisted joggers, and the burn ignited, singeing up every one of his remaining nerves.
"Out." Bonnie replied shortly, attempting a weak tug of her arm from his grip.
Damon only tightened his fingers and pulled her in front of him, making himself a barrier between her and the front door. "Didn't we discuss this earlier? I said no!" he barked, leaning nearer her face.
Tears flooded Bonnie's chocolate orbs as she stared up into Damon's commanding gaze. With his fingers digging into her arm, and his dark form towering over her, she felt helpless against him, inferior to the power he exerted over her. Even so, swallowing the lump in her throat, she refused to back down. What was he going to do? Hurt her?
"We didn't discuss anything" giving it all her strength, she yanked her arm from his grip, "you eavesdropped on my conversation." With a huff, she crossed her arms over her chest, "I don't take orders from vampires!"
"What is going on?!"
Bonnie whirled around just as Damon snapped his head up. Elena stood at the top of the stairs, hands gripping the railing as if she may break it. Something in Bonnie ripped and the tears in her eyes betrayed her, trickling down flushed cheeks. Elena's defiant stomps drew nearer as she descended the stairs and Bonnie quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"Let's see…" Damon, toned arms folded over his chest, peeked around the corner to look at a wall clock too far for human eyes to see, "It's ten thirty at night and Bonnie's trying to hop in the car with a guy she barely knows!"
Bonnie turned on him, eyes narrowed, and stomped her foot, "I do know him! We've been hanging out for almost a month!" Her heated gaze bore into his, liquid amber gems fighting against the midnight jewels burning up in black flames. "Elena, tell him!"
The model-esque blonde stepped forward and put her arm around Bonnie's shoulders in support, "Eric's a nice guy, Damon. There's nothing to be worried about."
"Bonnie will call if she needs us," Elena's gaze flicked to Damon, dark and dangerous as his fierce stare never left Bonnie. She swallowed hard and looked back to her best friend, offering a supportive squeeze, "…won't you?"
Bonnie turned to her and she offered her troubled friend the most convincing smile she could muster. Luckily, the little redhead returned the sentiment, but Elena could see the sadness in her eyes dimming the light that normally shined there.
"Fine!" Damon snapped, startling both girls as they whipped their heads back toward him.
"Let's go see Bonnie off with this stranger, shall we?"
Before either girl could say a thing, Damon was stomping out of the front door. The two friends shared a concerned glance before going after the eldest Salvatore already three steps ahead of them.
"Damon!" Elena called, her voice getting lost in the commotion as Bonnie ran ahead and pulled at Damon's arm, begging him not to do whatever he was planning. He shook her off, stalking ahead like a bull after a red flag. Panic struck Elena as they rounded the corner of the driveway. A few more steps and Eric would be able to see each one of them. Her thoughts raced, thinking of a million different scenarios and how she could combat each one. She couldn't risk Eric being scared away.
Bonnie nearly crashed into Damon's back as he halted dead in his tracks at the driver's side window, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Huffing slightly from the brisk walk, Bonnie darted nervous eyes between the two men in her life, praying that the ground would break open and swallow her whole. Every nerve in her body shook as she attempted to offer Eric an apologetic smile from her place at Damon's side.
Elena stood back a few feet, thinking of ways to diffuse the situation if things went south. She shivered slightly as the night air spread chills across her bare arms. She hugged them to herself, wishing Damon was the one keeping her warm. And then Eric rolled the window down.
Damon shot his hand into the car and grinned, "Name's Damon. Eric, right?"
The dirty blonde with messy hair and tanned skin placed a wary hand in Damon's and winced as the raven-haired man clamped his fingers tight around his own and shook it almost violently. Eric tried his best not to let his discomfort show as he endured the painful handshake. Looking over the strange man trying to break his hand, lengthy, disheveled waves, mysterious eyes, and a crooked, pearly smile had him suddenly apprehensive. "Elena's boyfriend, I assume?" Eric asked through a strained tone as the handshake ended and the bones in his hand cramped.
Damon shot Bonnie a quizzical look and she only glanced at him briefly before turning back to Eric and trying her best to wedge her slight body in between Damon and the car door. Eric had no idea how much danger he was in.
"It's complicated." Damon snapped.
Eric flipped a skinny finger between Bonnie and Damon, "You live with him?"
Bonnie's eyes widened, "Uh-Uhm, well, I mean—"
"She rooms here with her friends because it's close to the university. My brother and I, we just happen to own the place." Damon answered smoothly.
Eric nodded, eyes still weary beneath bushy brows as he looked to Bonnie.
A wicked grin pulled a corner of Damon's mouth up. His eyes glittered with mischief as he picked up on Eric's insecurity. Lifting his arm, he placed it around Bonnie's shoulders and pulled her close into his side. His smirk widened as the tension locking her body up began to loosen as she leaned into him for support. He glanced down at her only briefly, seeing how her line of sight lingered on anything other than him or Eric. Looking back up to the bothered boy now staring at the arm around Bonnie like it was a vile creature, he began, "But hey, I'll let you get out of here. It was great meeting you."
"Likewise." Eric said, voice strained as he pictured having to shake Damon's hand once again.
Bonnie slipped from under Damon's arm and began walking around to the passenger door. A sigh of relief left her lips as she passed the headlights, casting a small shadow against the bricks of the house.
"Make sure you drive safe…" Bonnie heard Damon continue. She winced for Eric as she heard the slap of Damon's hand against his, taking it into another unnecessarily rough grip. They were almost out of here now.
"On your way back home." Damon finished and suddenly the locks on the truck clicked.
Bonnie's mouth went slack and she looked up to Eric through the window to see a dazed look in his eyes.
"Damon!" Elena reprimanded from somewhere far off.
The truck backed out of the driveway, and Bonnie wished it would roll her over as it went. She watched as Eric, half in a trance, performed his driving duties perfectly, and then drove off down the long, winding road. Her cheeks boiled as the truck disappeared from her view, leaving her behind with the monster imprisoning her heart. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly turned to Damon, only a truck's width away from her, smirking deviously, entirely proud of his actions.
"I told you…no." the glint in his eyes was dark, dangerous. It was a warning not to defy him.
Letting out a small yelp of frustration, vengeful tears rolled down Bonnie's face as she stomped forwards, closing the gap between herself and Damon. Arms out in front of her, she shoved Damon with all the energy she had, impacting him with a hard smack. Damon remained motionless as he stared down at Bonnie with a nonchalance that threw gasoline on the fire burning inside her. The slight girl stumbled backwards, crying softly. "You can't do that! You can't just compel people!" Bonnie yelled.
Winding up to slap the nonchalance right off his arrogant face, she swung her hand hard. But the impact never came. Instead, her arm came to an abrupt stop as Damon caught her wrist in his hand. A frustrated cry broke through Bonnie's plump lips as Damon's face bent down to be level with hers, eyes piercing into hers, "You're lucky it wasn't you."
Ripping her wrist from his grasp she held her hands in fists at her sides. "You wouldn't compel me," she challenged.
"Keep acting up. I will." He glowered.
"Do it, then!" Bonnie countered, chest heaving with each anxious breath.
Damon stared at her. She watched his eyes flick between either of hers. His nostrils flared. The muscles in his jaw clenched. And then he growled angrily, seething as his gaze faltered. Through the wrath, Bonnie could see how his eyes drowned in the weakness he held for her.
"That's what I thought." She spat, another sob breaking through heavy breaths, and she stormed back into the boarding house.
Elena restrained herself from reaching out for Bonnie as she passed without a single glance. Deep blue crystals turned towards Damon, still standing in place as if he had just been staked at the heart. As she studied him, still but shaking with pent up rage, staring into nothingness, fists white-knuckled at his sides, a lump formed in her throat. A sob rose in her throat but got caught and she choked silently. Labored breaths made her chest rise and fall. Not even she could deny their connection. She only hoped theirs was stronger.
Damon broke, then from his enraged stupor and he strode passed her.
"Damon…" she called softly, her voice reaching deaf ears as the shoulder of his black shirt brushed her arm. Elena sighed into the cool darkness surrounding her, letting it into her lungs to calm her nerves, ease her mind, still her heart…
She was in for a long night.
Crawling into her bed, Elena let out an exhausted breath as she snuggled into Damon's bare chest. With one long finger, she traced ovals along his pectorals, memorizing how his skin felt beneath her fingertip. Smooth and flawless. Her gaze lingered on the motions she made, but her thoughts drifted into the depths of her mind.
"What's on your mind?" Damon's soft voice broke into her daze. His fingers, gentle and caring, stroked the silky strands of her hair, bringing delightful shivers down her back. But the thoughts persisted.
"It scares me." She began, pressing her palm flat against Damon's chest, feeling the slow, undead pulse drumming beneath her hand.
Dark brows knitted together over worried eyes, as Damon looked down to the angelic woman on his breast, "What scares you?"
With a deep, steady breath to counter her weary tongue, she went on, "The effect she has on you…"
There was a pause—and the air in the room filled with tension. But Damon remained silent. Unable to gage his reaction, Elena lifted up to see his face twisted up in denial. His head began to shake back and forth slightly. Elena spoke, snatching his opportunity to become defensive, "Bonnie was able to hurt you—so easily. That worries me."
Taking her face in his hands, his fingers glided through silvery strands, tucking it behind her ears lovingly as he looked over concerned features, "Princess, no. No, I was just angry, that's all. It takes a lot more than the likes of Bonnie McCullough to hu—"
Elena took his hands in hers, stilling them and taking them from her face, "Don't act like she's nothing to you." Lapis eyes bore into his in their silence. His inky orbs held only denial, but she could see the fissures travelling along the walls he kept built high around his heart. "You care about her." She stated, tone sure and steady. Damon sighed loudly, eyes falling to his lap in defeat. Elena leaned forward, attempting to recapture his gaze. "Maybe more than you care to admit…" she suggested cautiously, unsure of where the line was drawn.
Damon raked a hand through disheveled locks and then turned fierce eyes on her, "Of course I fucking care about her, Elena!" He watched as her oceanic eyes began to fill with water, drowning in the heartbreak he felt on a daily basis. "You left…with Stefan. And Bonnie—she…" he trailed off, images of their last kiss pulling him from the present.
Blinking back the tears, Elena pushed the dreadful words from her mouth to form an even worse sentence, "What happened between the two of you?"
The muscles in his jaw strained, and Damon turned sorrowful eyes on hers, "We…" he sighed, shaking his head. His tongue refused to let him downplay the situation. He couldn't lie to her. "I…" he corrected, "I kissed her." He popped his shoulders up in a harsh shrug, only able to offer apologetic eyes.
But Elena seemed impervious to the impact of Damon's answer as she pressed on, unwavering and confident, "Like you wanted it, or because you needed it?"
Chest tightening, Damon nearly choked on all the words trying to burst from his throat. He wanted to tell her it was ok, that there was nothing to worry about. He needed her to believe him, to stop looking at him like she was about to break. But she was staring at him so intensely, daring him to lie while daring him to tell her the truth all at once. He winced, unable to tell her anything at all. Their eyes battled, one pair searching for forbidden information while the other blocked with shattered shields. And somewhere in the middle, the teary-eyed blonde found her answer in Damon's hesitation.
The apologetic vampire watched as the dam broke and droplets streamed down Elena's cheeks. Sobs erupted from her throat as she hung her head, bringing her hands up to meet the stormy oceans raging inside lapis crystals. Damon sighed hard through his nose and let his eyes fall shut.
"What can I do to make this better?" he asked, letting his face fall into his hands.
"Nothing!" Elena shouted over her tears and then softer, "There's nothing to do. It was before I came back, and besides—we're not even dating. I told you I wasn't ready and that hasn't changed. You're free to do what you want."
Lifting his face from his hands, Damon turned to her, taking up her damp cheeks between his palms and wiping tear tracks away with his thumbs, "I told you I wanted to be with you. Whether that meant sleeping in your bed or dreaming of you in mine. I want to be here for you. I'm trying to be here for you!"
The remnants of Elena's tears slipped down her cheeks as her eyes flickered between either of Damon's, "And you have been. But part of you wants to be there for her too, and that's the problem…I let you move on. It's my fault this happened!" A choked cry broke through her lips, "And the worst part is I can't even be mad because it's Bonnie, and she's amazing and—"
Damon hushed her cries, caressing her face with soft swipes of his thumbs, "I love you" he reassured her.
"What if that's not enough?" she questioned, her voice quiet, fearful as she looked upon him.
Damon drew her into him, running his fingers along the lengthy strands of ivory as they embraced, "It will be."
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