Thank you for your response to the last chapter. A kiss to the cheek? Yeah, Bonnie wasn't expecting that either. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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The sparrows moved out of the way as the petite brown skinned woman jogged towards their favorite eating place on the sidewalk long the townhomes. Bonnie began running at 7am that morning and as she rounded the corner almost breathless, she was pretty sure that she worked off every calorie that she inhaled the night before and any that she would consume the rest of the day.

If she had to quantify how many hours of sleep she got the night before, it would come up to a total of 1 hour. Every time she closed her eyes, she could envision and actually feel Damon kissing her on the cheek. The feeling that came over her at the mere memory of it was too forbidden to even voice. It was Saturday. He would be waiting in Cup of Life and she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him, but then again—she wasn't sure she could resist seeing him again. She didn't trust herself anymore. The kiss he delivered to her cheek was one of the most sensual kisses that she had the privilege to ever receive and all it consisted of was a kiss to the cheek.

Jogging up the steps to the townhome and stepping inside, she found Elena curled up on the couch reading through a magazine. Glancing up at her, Elena looked up in surprise, "Wait, you were out jogging?"

Bonnie dropped her keys down and plopped in the chair, "Yes, where did you think I was?"

"I don't know, I thought you maybe found somewhere else to stay last night after the gala."

"Really?" Bonnie asked trying to decide if she should be offended.

"Well you and Tyler always have your hook ups once in awhile, so I thought…"

"Tyler went home without me and I came home last night, I just woke up early and went for a jog," she shrugged.

"I see, so how did you get home?"

"Well no thanks to you or Matt," Bonnie popped up heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water, "but I got a ride home with Damon."

"Or you could have been at Damon's place," Elena called after her.

Coming back into the living room, Bonnie gave Elena a mocking laugh, "Funny, I'm going upstairs to shower and change."

"Ahh, your Saturday morning ritual with Damon…how could I forget?" Elena called after her as she started up the stairs.

"Shut up!" Bonnie shouted from the top of the stairs before going into her bedroom to the sound of Elena's laughter.

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He hadn't slept all night. He replayed over and over again his moment with Bonnie on her stairs the previous night. Every part of him wanted to go into that house with her and do her up against every hard surface that he could find—but once that line was crossed, it could never be uncrossed and Bonnie was someone that he wanted to keep in his life.

He turned towards the panting dog lying next to him staring him down, "Sandy, yes…I know it's Saturday," he turned over as her whining got louder, "Sandy, we're staying in today…you're sick."

Sandy stared at him with a steady gaze as if she knew he was lying, "yes, I know. Perhaps, I am being a coward but guess what—it's safer this way," he slid out of bed walking towards the bathroom with Sandy jumping off the bed and following him. He started the shower and turned to see her sitting in the doorway giving him puppy dog eyes, "Absolutely not," he stated, "and that's final," he concluded before stripping off his clothes and stepping inside under the spray of the shower.

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Bonnie sat at the table for two at A Cup of Life looking at the two Caffe Mochas that she purchased almost 30 minutes before. She didn't want to admit it, but she was pretty sure that he wasn't coming. After 15 minutes, she had successfully convinced herself that what occurred the previous night was just a hiccup. It wouldn't count for anything and they could just ignore it, like they ignored the previous kiss. She fished her phone out of her purse and looked for Damon's name. She was going to text him to see if he was on his way. She then put her phone back. No. Nope. That would be a desperate move and Bonnie Bennett was not desperate.

"Girl, you've been contemplating about those two mochas for awhile now. Is he coming or not?" Barry asked leaning on the counter giving Bonnie his full attention.

"I…don't think so," Bonnie answered a little dejectedly.

"You two annoy the living day lights out of me, when you weren't here last week—he and that dog looked like they lost their very best friend."

"His dog was sick…maybe that's what it is?" Bonnie replied thoughtfully.

"Well that has to be the reason why he didn't bother to drop past this morning and see you looking all cute," Barry smiled.

Bonnie looked down at the t-shirt and jeans she wore. Yeah, she wore a fitted t-shirt, that caressed her boobs just right and her favorite legging jeans that showed off the booty that she spent doing all those squats for. It wasn't like she was trying to entice Damon, she just liked the outfit, "What? This is my usual Saturday outfit."

"Riiighhhht," Barry sung not believing a word from the brown pixie sitting at the table for two, with fresh curls framing her face.

Bonnie glanced down at her coffee cup, "Ok, maybe I wanted to look a little cute today, just because."

"Look, Imma make you two new mochas and you take them to your friend and check on him and the dog."

"Umm…no."

Barry rolled his eyes as he started putting the ingredients together for the drinks. Quickly Bonnie stood up from the table rushing over to Barry with her heart beating rapidly, she couldn't go to Damon's house. What would she say when she arrived? He would think that she was stalking him or something. She could always say that she was checking on Sandy. There had to be something wrong with Sandy for him to stand her up on their Saturday morning date…wait…it wasn't a date; it was more like a meeting…a friendly meeting. She hated this.

"Here," Barry thrust the two cups in her hands, "they're on me."

"Barry…" Bonnie argued weakly.

"Go…he must have a damn good reason as to why he didn't show up this morning and if he doesn't…throw the coffee on him," Barry winked.

Bonnie looked down at the steaming cups in her hands, "Yes, a damn good reason and her name better be Sandy," she mumbled.

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Damon stood in the mirror with his towel wrapped around his torso. He looked in the mirror observing the small amount of stubble that had formed on his cheeks and his chin. He glanced down at Sandy, who stared back at him with what appeared to be angry eyes. "Yeah, I know…you're pissed, but you need to stay in anyway. You're sick remember," he informed her picking up his shaving cream, squeezing a small dollop in his hand.

Lifting his hand to spread the cream across his face, the sound of his doorbell echoed through the bathroom. "Expecting someone?" he asked leaning over to touch the video screen in the bathroom. The camera in his doorbell visualized the person standing on his doorstep and he stepped back, "Bonnie," he whispered. She was standing there holding two coffee cups and looking around.

He swallowed before pressing the talk button, "Hi."

"Hey…umm…Damon, I decided to drop by with the coffee because you didn't come to the coffee shop and I thought that maybe something was wrong with Sandy…is something wrong with Sandy?" she rambled looking closer at the camera.

Letting out at a chuckle because of how cute she looked peering in the camera and not realizing just how close she was, Damon answered, "I will be down in a minute, give me a minute."

"Oh…ok," she stepped back and he ended the video call.

He turned to see where Sandy was, she was gone and from what he could hear—barking at the door. He he headed into the bedroom, throwing on some lounge pants and a white tank proceeding down the stairs to the front door where Sandy was barking and scratching. "Sandy, calm down," he ordered before opening the door to Bonnie standing on his step.

"Hi," he stated.

"Hi…I…thought that I would drop by, since maybe you wanted to stay close to home because of Sandy," Bonnie stated.

"Oh…yeah…thanks," he replied standing in the doorway.

Suddenly regretting her presence on his doorstep, "Umm…so here's your coffee," Bonnie thrust the cup towards him.

"Thanks, do you…uh…want to come in, Sandy's losing her mind here," he replied moving to the side.

Bonnie stepped over the threshold and indeed, Sandy was jumping up waiting to be acknowledged with her tail wagging. It was a definite difference than what she had been the night before. Bonnie rubbed the top of Sandy's head placing her cup down on the floor. As Bonnie rubbed Sandy a realization came over her along with anger. She slowly rose from the floor as Damon stood staring at them both sipping his coffee, "Sandy seems a lot better," she commented.

"Yes, she is," Damon agreed.

Bonnie looked down at Sandy who trotted over to her food bowl and began eating, "Did you not come to the shop this morning because of last night?" she asked with narrowed suspicious eyes that made Damon uncomfortable causing him to shift in place.

He blinked, "What?" he asked as if he didn't hear what she just said.

"You didn't come to a Cup of Life because of last night. You stayed home because you didn't want to see me," she shot an accusatory finger at him.

Damon moved away from her heading into the kitchen, "This is a damn good cup of coffee," he glanced down at his cup.

Bonnie followed on his heels, "What were you going to do? Avoid me forever because of one stupid kiss?!"

Damon stared back at her in shock, "One stupid kiss?"

Her eyes narrowed, "That was a punk move Damon."

He chuckled not being able to control it. She was cute when she was mad and she was definitely mad, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" Bonnie challenged him.

"What do you mean?" his eyebrows knitted together.

"What are you sorry about? Are you sorry about last night? The kiss on the cheek or are you sorry about not showing up this morning?" she probed.

Damon opened his mouth and then closed it. He didn't expect her to show up here—especially not this morning, "I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you. I shouldn't have stood you up. I should have called you, last night just threw me and I was wrong," he relented, "and how about I make it up to you?" he gave her one of his trademark Salvatore smiles.

"And how do you think you will do that?" Bonnie walked up to him poking a finger in his chest, "because I had Barry taking pity on me because you were a no show and he sent me over here by the way."

"Did he now?"

"Yes, he said you and Sandy were pathetic enough last week when I was away," Bonnie gave him a satisfied smile.

Damon opened one of his cabinets over his stainless steel oven, "Oh yes, I'm sure Barry said that. He doesn't exaggerate at all."

Bonnie pursed her lips taking a seat on one of the stools at his kitchen island, "So are you interested in a late breakfast?" Damon asked placing a frying pan on an open burner.

"Late breakfast? What are you making?"

Damon opened the refrigerator and cocked his head to the side, "Hmm, how about a special Salvatore omelet?"

"A Salvatore omelet?"

Damon removed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator along with cheese, peppers, spinach, sausage and bread. He then removed spices from his rack and began cracking the eggs in a bowl and whisking them while discussing some of the changes that would be taking place at Revel and his thoughts on the name of the new lounge.

Bonnie watched him carefully make their breakfast, mixing the eggs together with all of the other ingredients. Damon was a good looking man, had a great personality and he could cook. No wonder he had that old lady so sprung on him that she was willing to look like a complete idiot to keep him. Chuckling to herself, Bonnie looked down at Sandy who was waiting for Damon to drop something on the floor for her to gobble up.

"Here you go," he stated pouring her a glass of orange juice before flipping one of the omelets in the pan.

Within 10 minutes, Damon was sliding a plate with an omelet and toast over to Bonnie, setting down a bowl for Sandy and finally bringing his plate of food to the island taking a seat next to her. She looked down at her plate and then at Sandy, as a momentary feeling of contentment flowed throughout her body and she suddenly sat up straighter. This was a little too domestic for her.

"So how does it taste?" Damon asked looking over at her expectantly.

She looked down at her plate, she hadn't touched it yet. Picking up her fork, she slowly cut the omelet and slid a small piece on her fork. Sticking the hot, cheesy egg in her mouth, she chewed and the flavor of the cheese, spinach, peppers and spices exploded in her mouth, "Oh my god Damon, this is goooood," she gasped almost surprising herself.

He laughed, "Did you think I couldn't cook?"

"The thought crossed my mind," she knocked his shoulder.

His eyes fell to hers, "I will have you know that I am full of surprises Miss Bennett," he teased eating a piece of his omelet, "so tell me what's going on at work? Did you pick up any more accounts?"

Bonnie bit into her toast nodding, "Yes, actually. Tyler's brokerage house actually hired us to do some PR for them. I'm working on the early stages of their PR campaign. They want to bring on some new clients and I'm hoping to be at the center of helping them achieve that goal."

"Well you're good at what you do," Damon answered, "the campaign and theme you came up with for Revel is pretty damn good. When all is said and done, me and Stefan will make sure your bosses know. I'm impressed."

"Are you now?"

"Yes, Bon. We really are."

Bonnie smiled. The feeling of pride that washed over her body caused the smile to stay on her face.

"So how is your sister?" Damon asked switching the subject.

"She's Bianca. She has a new boyfriend that I enjoy teasing her about every time we speak," Bonnie smiled, "but she seems happy with him. She appears to like him a lot."

"And what do you think about him?"

She shrugged her shoulders while sipping her orange juice, "He's ok, I guess. I let him know that I will protect my sister at all costs."

"So he should live in fear."

She pointed at Damon, "Exactly. The Bennett sisters, hell the Bennett women in general will protect each other no matter what."

The way Bonnie recited that statement made Damon believe her and realize that Bonnie had many sides to her that he probably never had the chance to witness, "So when you and Bianca were younger, were you ever jealous of each other? I can imagine being twins, even if you're not identical was kind of hard."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and nodded, "It was hard at times. Moreso for me than Bianca, I guess. She was always so outgoing and people gravitated to her. I was always more reserved; I don't know why. So when we were teens, things got bad. I started rebelling a little against the role I chose to play," Bonnie confessed, "I love my sister, but it was so hard for me back then. The guys I liked, they liked her. She was the popular one and I was just her sister in the background. I didn't do well trying to mimic Bianca. I could never be that outspoken or blunt. She says what she feels and does what she wants. I sometimes overthink things to death or do what it is right, whether or not it necessarily makes me happy."

Damon listened to Bonnie. She was being vulnerable and he appreciated it. After confessing what he had about Sabine, he felt that he had grown closer to Bonnie and he hoped that she would one day trust him enough to tell him more about her story—apparently she was doing that.

"It's so embarrassing," Bonnie frowned for a moment and then laughed in spite of herself, "I went after a boy that Bianca had a crush on Junior year. We had just come from a football game and we were at a house party. I saw him, Bianca was on punishment and couldn't come to the game or the party. I danced with him, even kissed him and then he called me Bianca by mistake," she drank her orange juice, "and I was brought down to earth once again. I'm the responsible twin. The good twin. The one who does what is right all the time. Trying to be Bianca, I ignored other options in front of me at the time. I wasn't an ugly duckling or anything—I just wasn't who I thought I should have been."

Damon leaned closer to Bonnie so that he met her gaze, "Bonnie, you don't have to compete with any one. You are in a class all to yourself. You're smart, you're beautiful and that's why that Marcel guy wants to date you. You're my best friend and I don't think there is anyone who compare to you."

Bonnie sat on her stool blinking as Damon finished the last bite of his omelet. She absentmindedly ate the last of her food before Damon rose from his stool taking their plates bringing them over to the sink placing them inside. Bonnie watched him begin to wash the dishes and she bit her lip, "You know, I didn't sleep last night, well not well," she confessed, "I thought about last night and what happened outside my house."

Damon let her words hang in the air for a moment with his back to her. What happened on the stairs outside of her house was a moment that he decided to do the right thing and walk away from his friend. It wasn't a classic Damon move, but it was a move that Damon needed to make for his friendship. Bonnie looked gorgeous in the moonlight standing in front of her door and the self awareness that he had, caused him to leave her with a kiss on the cheek.

He turned to face her as she sat on the stool staring back at him, "What about what happened last night?" he moved to join her at the kitchen island on his previously vacated stool. He would listen to her paint a picture of the previous night. He could tell that the air had changed. He recognized it and he wasn't sure about it. He knew what he felt the night before and he knew what he was starting to feel now, but this was Bonnie, his best friend and he couldn't go there—not with her.

Her heard turned and she smiled, "Outside of my house when I kissed you, it wasn't something that I expected to do," she admitted, "and I probably shouldn't have done it."

"Yeah, it's the second time you've done that," he reminded her with a cocky grin trying to lighten the mood.

"You're an asshole," she slapped his arm realizing just how hard it was.

"But you like me all the same," he stated playfully, "and I made you breakfast. You pretty much love me at this point, I heard the way you moaned when you bit into that omelet."

"Not really," she slid off of the stool and turned to walk away, Damon without thinking reached for her hand sending shockwaves through her entire body.

"You do," he stated above a whisper as his eyes bore into her. He stood up still holding onto her hand. It was as if his body was moving out of it's own volitional.

She matched his stare, "Damon, what made you kiss me on the cheek last night?" she whispered with a hint of nervousness.

"What?" he asked wondering if he could even remember his reasons as the blood in his head headed south.

"What made you kiss me on the cheek last night?" she repeated.

Damon's gaze wrecked her completely. It made her knees buckle as his eyes looked as if he was studying every inch of her face. He didn't know what else to say to her, but the truth, "Because it was the only place I could kiss you last night."

"Why?" her look was soft and inquisitive as she asked that question of him.

Damon shook his head, "You know why," he answered.

It was at that moment that Bonnie decided to take a page out of the book that she'd been secretly writing for herself for months, she placed her hand casually on Damon's neck and asked "Why?"

"Because it was the only place I could kiss you and walk away from you last night," he breathed out staring down at her.

It was at that moment Bonnie made a decision and that decision was to jump, "Well I'm not following the same rules today," she purred standing on her toes and pulling him closer to her, Bonnie tentatively kissed Damon on the lips and for a few moments, he returned the kiss before breaking it taking her hands in his, "Bon…you don't know what this means...you don't know what happens here," he shook his head breathing heavily.

"We can still be friends after this," she stated lowly, "but, the bigger issue is I don't think we can be friends if we don't do this," she breathed out staring directly into his eyes.

It was as if he had been waiting for that moment for months, because within seconds his hands were on Bonnie's cheeks and they were kissing each other in the middle of his kitchen. Their kisses were feverish, passionate and the amount of intensity behind each kiss surprised them both. Bonnie reached for the bottom of Damon's white t-shirt and slipped it over his head, barely breaking their connection. Within seconds, she was divested of her shirt and jeans as she stepped out of them, slowly sliding Damon's pants down his legs. He lifted both feet up stepping out of them before wrapping his strong arms around Bonnie's torso lifting her up off the floor.

"I want this," she whispered in his ear.

"Bon, I have to get…" he trailed off starting towards the stairs with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"No…I have one in my bag," she whispered in his ear in between sucking on it gently. He let out a moan as he placed her down on the floor for a moment. Bonnie rummaged through her bag quickly, finding the foil packet and handing it over to Damon while he carried them back over to the stairs as he took a seat on the fifth step, allowing Bonnie to straddle him.

His hands were everywhere before he unhooked her bra allowing her medium sized brown globes to be free. His mouth immediately covered one as he sucked on her dark nipple while she passionately moaned. She could feel him growing with each suck. When his fingers found her increasingly wet folds, she whimpered throwing back her head as he kissed on her neck.

Her touches, her voice, her perfume—made him harder than he could ever remember being. He needed to be inside her to see if she felt as good as he imagined she did. The passion that erupted between them was almost animalistic as he found himself, ripping the thin material that kept him from her and he sheathed himself. She slowly raised her body from his for a few moments to position herself and then she joined with him and it was a feeling that he couldn't describe which immediately made him grip onto her. She was soft and warm, but it was as if she had him in a vice. He breathed out a sigh of pleasure placing his hands on her waist, guiding her as she moved to a tempo that was meant to torture him. He leaned back on the stairs taking her all in, before leaning up to kiss her.

"Damon," she whispered clutching onto him as she continued to ride, "this feels so good…shit," she buried her face in his neck as he lifted her from the stairs and he placed her on the floor. He needed to look in her eyes as the steady rhythm between them continued.

"Bon," he softly spoke into her ear as he kissed her neck, "you have no idea how much I wanted this."

She keenly responded, "I think I can tell."

The passion they gave into on Damon's living room floor was intense and neither one wanted to stop until both received their release.

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Hours later, Bonnie lay on her side staring back at Damon whose gaze had not left hers. She had to admit, she hadn't expected anything as intense as what just happened. But her legs felt like jelly and the rest of her body felt as if it was on some kind of higher plane. There were some things that a girl imagined when she first met an attractive guy. What kind of kisser he would be? (Damon was phenomenal) How good could he possibly be in bed? (He was mind-blowing) and whether he would be able to bring a girl to a climax that would make a porn star jealous? (Three times). Lying under a blanket on his floor, Bonnie wasn't sure what to say—neither of them were, that was the reason why they just stared back at each other for the past five minutes. What could be said?

"Well," Damon was the first to speak looking around the living room where their clothes were strewn about, "I owe you a pair of panties."

Bonnie hid her face, "It's ok. I think you made up for it."

"Yeah…" Damon stated and then went quiet again for a few moments before turning towards her, "were you serious about this not changing things between us?"

His words hit her unexpectedly. She was still under the happy relaxed cloud of her orgasm, but hearing her words come back to haunt her—knocked her right off. She had said those words because…she wasn't sure exactly why, because its what she believed at that moment? Their friendship was important to her and no, she didn't want a boyfriend—but she also liked what Damon had to offer her, "Of course. I love our friendship Damon, I don't want it to change and I know we just...we really crossed a line here, but we are still friends and I don't expect anything more from you than what I expected before we had sex."

She noticed something flicker in Damon's eyes, but he nodded, "Sounds good," he agreed, "but I gotta admit, I was surprised that things happened the way they did today," resting his hand on her thigh softly caressing it.

"Why?" Bonnie asked, "did you never think about it?"

Damon smiled, "Of course I did, look at you," he gestured towards her naked body under the blanket, "but I don't want to mess up our friendship Bonnie, it's one of the only things that I've done right in a long time."

"We're fine, don't worry…I'm not suddenly lovesick," she avoided his gaze.

"I will have you know, you wouldn't be the first to become lovesick after being with me," Damon winked.

Bonnie stole a glance at him and then licked her lips, "But I did enjoy what just happened between us."

"Did you?" Damon wrapped his arm around her waist bringing her closer to him.

"I did," she looked into his eyes whispering.

"Well I think we can agree to be friends…with an asterisk."

"And after today, we can just go back to the way it was," she stated as he covered her body kissing her neck.

"Uh, huh," he whispered between kisses.

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The sun had set hours before when Bonnie slid in the driver side of her car in Damon's driveway. She sat there looking back at his front door still feeling the effects of her and Damon's friendship with the asterisk. Her body tingled with every thought, every memory of his lips on her body and the feeling of him between her legs. She had managed to stay under a cloud of passion at his house, but it was starting to wear off and every insecurity that bubbled to the surface.

Yes, she had thought about being with Damon for months now and that it happened, her heart was beating rapidly and she felt like she was going to be sick. How could she look at him across a table again or even meet with him to discuss business? "Oh my God what have I done," she panicked pulling out of his driveway and dialing the only person she could possibly talk to about this.

"Sissy!" Bianca's cheerful voice filled the car, "what's going on?"

"I did something that you will probably like, but I am about to have a panic attack about," Bonnie gripped the steering wheel.

Bianca gasped, "What?"

Bonnie bit her lip, "Ok…so you know there was a gala last night for the Children's Hospital."

"Oooh who did you bring home? Good ole standby, Tyler?" Bianca asked giddily.

"No…"

"Ok, so there's a new candidate. Wow, my Sissy is getting around. Imma tell Grams," Bianca teased.

"Will you let me finish!" Bonnie exclaimed while Bianca grew quiet, "so last night, Damon brought me home…" Bonnie could hear a muffled squeal, "and we stood on my stairs and he looked so handsome and he was looking at me, I was a little pissed at him but he still looked, smelled and sounded soo good."

"So what happened?" Bianca asked barely able to contained her excitement.

"He gave me a hug."

Silence.

"Bianca? Did you hear me, he gave me a hug," Bonnie repeated.

"What?" Bianca deadpanned.

"He gave me a hug and I…my lips brushed up against his neck and it was completely embarrassing and completely stupid."

"Well what did he do?"

"He looked at me for a few moments and then he kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight."

Silence met Bonnie again, "Bianca?"

"You called to tell me you gave Damon one of those 'I want you to bang me up against the door' signals and he kissed you on the cheek?" she stated unenthused.

"Bianca…"

"Bonnie, next time just tell Elena these stories."

"Let me finish!" Bonnie said again.

"Go on and it better be good."

"Ok, so today we were supposed to have coffee. He didn't come, so I brought him coffee because his dog's sick. When I got there, he was dressed in some sweats and a tank…and oh my god Binks, he looked and smelled so good," Bonnie said in awe.

"Oook."

"So we talked, he said he didn't come to the shop because of the kiss and I got mad. He called himself apologizing by cooking us breakfast and then he said this nice stuff about our friendship and I don't know what happened. I think I might have seduced him."

Bianca screamed in delight, "You fucked Damon! Yessssssss! Tell me everything!"

"Bianca…"

"How big is he?"

"Bianca…"

"Where did you two do it? He looks like a freak, so it probably wasn't in his bed…"

"Bianca…"

"Was it just once or did you do it a couple of times, you better have done it a couple of times."

"Bianca, stop!" Bonnie said half amused and half hysterical.

"What? I think this is great! I knew you two had something going on…"

"We didn't Bianca. Yeah, I had a crush but definitely not this. I think I messed up. In fact, I know I messed up."

"What? You didn't suck him off?" Bianca asked completely confused as if that was the only problem that could exist.

"Bianca, no…that's not what I'm saying! Me and Damon…Damon has a bunch of baggage and he doesn't want a girlfriend. I don't want a boyfriend. We were supposed to be friends, who kept our friendship out of the bedroom and every other flat surface. Tonight, we crossed a line. I crossed a line."

"Oh stop being dramatic, you can still be friends. So what, you two saw each other naked and did some triple X things to each other. You can still be friends and still bang, grown ups do it all the time," Bianca went on, "Bonnie, you and Damon have danced around this flirtation for months. Everyone could see it, so this was bound to happen. If you just want to be friends, then be friends."

Bonnie nodded as her heartbeat returned to normal and she focused on Bianca's words. "Wow, my Sissy…getting head from Marcel and then banging Damon all in the same week."

"What! How did you know about Marcel? I didn't tell you what happened!"

"You just did!" Bianca teased and Bonnie could envision her sticking her tongue out, "but it's all good Bonnie. You and Damon are adults. I know that you two can handle being in a room without tearing each other's clothes off and if you do, so what. Trust me, I know from experience."

Bonnie shook her head. She still felt uneasy about this new change in her relationship with Damon, but there was a part of her that couldn't stop replaying him on top of her on that floor causing her to writhe under his touch.

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Sandy stared at Damon from the top step as he paced the living room running his hand through his hair. Every time he looked over at the stairs on the floor, he could hear Bonnie's moans in his ears and feel her lips on him. He closed his eyes, "You really stepped in this one," he whispered.

He wasn't expecting her to come to his home, be angry, eat breakfast and then start kissing him. If he was honest, he knew there was some kind of connection between them. He was well aware that they had an attraction that was beyond the whole platonic friendship that they told everyone around them. The way she smiled at him when she was excited gave him a warm feeling inside. The jokingly way she teased him about all of his missteps. The way she looked in that dress the night before. Bonnie was a gift to any man that was blessed to have her—but it wasn't him. She was clear about not wanting a relationship and he wasn't ready to have one either. They would remain friends and that was it. Nothing more.

He started up the stairs, but not before stopping front of the bright red material at the bottom of the stairs. He picked them up and held them in his hand, "A memento," he whispered before he headed up the stairs to get ready to head to the club.

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Bonnie smelled her wrist and smiled. She could still smell the scent of Damon's soap on her. The shower in that condo was one that you only thought existed on television. Glass door, sitting space (she blushed just thinking about it) and a bathroom mirror with fabulous lighting that made her skin look great.

She smiled to herself for a few moments until her cell phone began to ring and Marcel's name appeared across the screen. Smile faltering, she picked up the phone. It wasn't that she didn't want to hear from Marcel, but her stomach twisted. It was guilt.

"Hello," she answered putting on the happiest voice she could muster.

"Bonnie, hey…how are you?"

"Good, good…it's Saturday, so you know," she shrugged.

"Yes, it is and that's part of the reason why I'm calling you. I was able to clear my schedule, so I will be in town next Saturday afternoon."

"Great, so I guess its on me to plan the activities?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm easy, trust me spending time with you is all I want to do," Marcel flirted.

"Aww, you make a girl feel good."

"That's the idea, but I have to go, so I will talk to you later?"

"Definitely," Bonnie replied before ending the call. She held the phone in hand for a few moments and then laughed—two men? Her Grams would be so proud. She dropped back onto her pillows. She was truly Sheila Bennett's granddaughter.

Soooooooooo…will they be able to go back to the way things were? Marcel's on his way, so will he step up his game? Questions…Questions…

I honestly went back and forth about Bamon crossing the line in this chapter, but it happened and now they have to deal with the fallout. Like Bianca said, they are adults…it happens. Neither one has a significant other, so why not?

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