PART 15
"So, am I forgiven yet?" Damon asks, stroking my hair. We're lying on the back seat of Damon's Ferrari, Damon is lying on his back with his legs stretched out, and his back is propped against the door, I'm lying on my side, with my head resting on Damon's chest, eyes closed, absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest.
"Maybe. That all depends." I reply, eyes still closed.
"On what?" Damon asks, leaning down and kissing my forehead, and then traces my facial features with his index finger.
"On what you're going to do about that two – timing bitch, Bonnie?" I answer, opening my eyes and look at Damon, who just sighs.
"What do you want me to do about her?" He asks looking back at me, and leans in and kisses the tip of my nose.
"Oh, I don't know. How about you slaughtering Bonnie?" I ask sweetly, only being half serious.
"Thought about it though." He replies, laughing.
"I wonder if Matt knows?" I ask no one in particular.
"Oh yeah, he knows, and he's filing for a divorce." Damon answers, playing with my hair again.
"How do you know?" I ask curiously.
"Well he came around to my apartment last night and punched my face, he then told Bonnie that he's filing for a divorce, and she has until sunset tonight to get out of his house. Plus, he threatened to stake me!" Damon replies.
"Oh well, it was her own fault. She brought this on herself." I answer bitterly.
"That she did." Damon answers, pulling me close, and we end up loving each other all over again.