Author's Note: I was very pleased with the reviews that I've received so far! I'm glad that you guys are liking it. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!

Bonnie watched as Enzo packed his things, removing his items from her room. She made the break-up final after a long night of tears and self-reflection. She called him and cut things off, despite the constant pleading from his end. She thought she was making a wise choice, but as she watched him rid his things from her apartment, she couldn't deny that there was a feeling of emptiness at the pit of her stomach.

"Well, I believe that's all, love," Enzo whispered as he zipped up the duffle bag that lay across Bonnie's bed. She could feel the sadness in his tone as he avoided her intense stare.

"Okay," she breathed as she rose from where she was sitting on the opposite side of the room. She slowly made her way over to him as he finally looked up to meet her gaze. The torn look in his eyes sent a rough chill down Bonnie's spine.

"I guess I'll excuse myself then," he told her, reaching for the bag. Bonnie stopped in front of him and sighed heavily.

"This is what's best for us," she whispered, even though she desperately wished that things weren't ending that way.

"I just want you to be happy," he said, raising his hand to her face. She gasped lightly as his fingertips grazed her cheek. She could feel the goose bumps arise on her skin as he did so.

"I really care about you, you know?" she responded. He lowered his hand as he watched her eyes intently.

"I care about you, too. I love you, Bonnie," he said, whispering the last part. His words tugged at her heart as she reflected on the beginning of her and Enzo's relationship. In a multitude of ways, he had brought her back to life. He showed her what it felt like to live life on the edge with someone who was down for her no matter what. Despite the things that he said to her that previous night, she couldn't allow herself to forget that.

"Goodbye, Enzo," she whispered painfully. His eyes fell as he allowed her words to sink in. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.

"Goodbye, love," he breathed into her hair as he drew her body closer to his. His hands traced the skin of her back as she toyed with the ends of his hair. Her eyes fell closed as he sunk his face into her neck. As the hug prolonged, Bonnie could only guess what was about to take place.

She pulled her head back long enough to glace from his eyes to his lips before he immersed her in a heated kiss. She didn't bother in objecting to the kiss as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly. His hands lowered to her butt as he pushed her legs around his waist.

"Is this break up sex?" she whispered between kisses. He walked their bodies over to the bed before collapsing on it. Her legs remained firmly around his waist as he trailed light kisses to her neck.

"Or make up sex," he interjected as he reached his hand into her pants. He wasted no time as his finger plunged deep into her warm core. She arched her back out of shock, moaning quietly. The last thing she expected from this day was to have sex with Enzo, but a lot of unexpected situations were etching its way into her life.

She abandoned her rationale as she got completely and utterly lost in Enzo and their intimate endeavors.

…

Bonnie couldn't even decide whether or not her and Enzo had officially broken up. After he left, she noticed that he left his toothbrush in her bathroom. In his mind, there was clearly a future still in store for them. In her mind, she was over it. Clearly he meant a great deal to her, but she wasn't sure if that was enough. She slightly regretted their intimate encounter, because she knew that it probably meant more to him than it did to her.

Bonnie pushed the door open to Damon's house, abandoning the concept of the doorbell altogether. She felt that they were way beyond that. Stefan was seated at the couch, his brows furrowed as he stared at a piece of paper.

"Everything okay?" she speculated. Stefan looked up abruptly; he hadn't even noticed that Bonnie entered the house.

"Bonnie," he greeted, rising to his feet. "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just trying to figure out the logistics of this 'binding' situation."

"I see," she responded, nodding slowly. It always made her uncomfortable when her and Elena's cirumstance was brought up. In a way, she felt guilty for it. She'd be allowed to live her life while everyone's precious damsel was subjected to unconscious solitude.

"Is everything okay with you?" he wondered. He could sense the hesitance in her frame. She sighed heavily as her eyes trekked the house for Damon's whereabouts.

"I'm okay. I'm just looking for Damon," she responded.

"I actually haven't seen my brother all day," Stefan remarked. Bonnie scowled; she was irritated at the fact that Damon wasn't there. Since their last encounter, she had been itching to talk to him.

"Do you know when he might be home?" she asked.

"I don't," Stefan said apologetically. "Is there something you want me to tell him?"

"Actually, I—

"What the hell are you doing here?" a voice called out. Bonnie and Stefan turned their heads toward the door, watching as Damon entered the house. He looked frustrated.

"Damon, we were just talking about you," Stefan told him. "Bonnie was looking for you."

"Tell her I'm not home," he shot back, grinning menacingly. He started heading toward his room as Stefan watched confusedly.

"Damon, we need to talk," Bonnie responded, slightly fazed by his comment.

"Perhaps you could go find a doppleganger of mine who would be interested in listening," he remarked.

"What's going on with you two?" Stefan interjected. Damon halted his movement and turned to his brother.

"I'm just not in the mood for company," he spoke.

"He's just not in the mood for my company," Bonnie whispered. Damon threw a look in her direction, softening up as he noticed the hurt in her eyes.

"What am I missing?" Stefan asked, utterly confused at what was playing out in front of him. Damon thought hard for a minute before sighing.

"Could you give us a minute, brother?" he asked. Stefan still wanted answers, but he understood. He raised his hands in surrender and stepped out of the room.

"You have two minutes," Damon remarked, averting his eyes to a guilt-ridden Bonnie.

"This isn't easy for me either," Bonnie told him, crossing her arms across her chest. "I think you're being a bit harsh."

"I'm quite frankly not in the mood for games anymore, Bon Bon. I played this game with your best friend, and I am not about to do this with you," he declared.

"What game?" she shouted as the heat coursed through her body. She was becoming livid.

"This back and forth thing. You make out with me only to invite Enzo over right after? Sorry, but if that's what you're here for, your best bet is to just go ahead and leave," he retorted.

"I didn't ask for that to happen, Damon! Regardless, I broke up with Enzo… I think," she said, whispering the last part. Damon paused for a minute before scrunching his eyebrows together.

"You did?" he asked.
"Well… yeah," she responded, shrugging her shoulders.

"And then what?" he wondered. Bonnie chewed on her lip as she reflected on her morning.

"Well… we—uh, It doesn't matter," she finally said.

"Why did you come, Bonnie?" he asked, stepping closer to her. She shuddered as his eyes pored into hers.

"I couldn't stand you being upset with me," she whispered. He took a step closer, watching as her breath hitched.

"No. Why did you really come?" he pressed. She didn't have the slightest idea of what to say, so she said the first thing that came to mind.

"Because I needed to see you," she breathed. He stopped directly in front of her and lifted her chin up.

"Tell me last night was a mistake. Tell me our kiss wasn't supposed to happen," he stated, his eyes averting from her eyes to her lips.

"I can't," she whispered. He half smirked as he tilted his head to the side.

"Why?" he urged.

"Because it wasn't," she responded, lifting her hands to his face. Her conscience fought with her emotions as she inched her body closer to Damon's.

As the two leaned into each other, they heard footsteps coming in their direction. They flew apart from each other as they watched Stefan enter the room. He had a hard look on his face as he stared at them intently.

"Everything okay out here?" he wondered. Bonnie sighed heavily as she stepped away from Damon. He heart was pounding against her chest at the realization of what was about to happen.

"What do you want, Stefan?" Damon snapped, clearly not amused by the interruption.

"Can I speak with you in the kitchen, brother?" he asked, backing out of the living room. Damon shot a glance in Bonnie's direction, watching as her eyes fell to the floor. They had been caught.

"I should go," she muttered, heading for the door.

"Wait," he called after her. She stopped brusquely, hesitating before turning in his direction. "Don't leave."

"This is just getting more and more complicated," she dismissed, shaking her head. "I can't be here right now."

With that, she opened the door and stormed out. Damon clenched his jaw before entering the kitchen.

"I couldn't help my curiosity, but I happened to overhear that you and Bonnie engaged in romantic relations?" Stefan pressed, his eyes peering deeply into Damon's.

"Cut the bullshit, Stefan. Yes, we kissed. And no, it's not any of your business," he declared, moving to leave the room.

"It will be when Elena wakes up," he scoffed, causing Damon to halt his movements. He turned toward Stefan and glared.

"You wouldn't," he expressed through clenched teeth. Stefan glared harder.

"You're betraying her," he affirmed.

"I'm not," he retorted. "Bonnie will be dead and gone before Elena wakes up. It could be 90 years before that happens."

"And you think she's going to appreciate you screwing around with her best friend in the mean time?" Stefan asked.
"Don't even get me started on 'screwing around with her best friend', Stefan," Damon shot back, stepping closer to him. "You and Caroline aren't any better."

"That's completely different," Stefan declared.

"In what way? You're doing the exact same thing and don't even try to deny it," he spat. Stefan opened his mouth to respond, but Damon stopped him. "You have no idea of the feelings that I have for Bonnie. It just happened, Stefan. That time that we spent in the prison world together really brought a connection between us. She understood me like no one else. I can't ignore that. I won't ignore that."

With that, Damon exited the kitchen. He was so angry at his current predicament that he couldn't think straight. He wanted to do nothing more than call Bonnie back to him, but he knew that she had been scared away. He knew one thing for sure, though; he needed to get her back.

…

Bonnie cried softly as she proofread over her text to Enzo. She decided that after their hostile encounter, and with her and Damon's confusing feelings for each other, she couldn't continue their relationship.

Enzo,

I know you're going to hate me after you read this… but I can't do this anymore. I can't deny that I've grown to care about you a lot, but after the way you treated me that night, I won't be able to forget it. You said some terrible things to me, and I'm still trying to accept them. This break-up doesn't mean that I don't want you to remain in my life, this just means that we're better off as friends. And maybe the things you said were right; I am selfish, I am a bitch, and I do need time to figure out who I am. So in a way, you helped me. I just hope that we can both grow from this and cherish the relationship that we had, because it was very special to me… and so are you. So please, don't be angry. If you need some time, I understand. I'm sorry.

She sent the text and set her phone on the dining room table as she wiped her drenched eyes. She felt that she expressed herself clearly, but Enzo was persistent. She was aware that she'd probably have to put up a fight.

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat as she fetched it from the table. It was Enzo. She breathed deeply before she opened it, preparing herself for its contents.

I get it. Goodbye, Bonnie.

Bonnie gasped lightly as she read and reread the text.

"That's it?" she whispered, almost hurt. Even though she knew that she was sure about breaking up with him, she at least felt that he'd put up more of a fight. As she continued to dwell on the confusion, she heard a knock from the door.

She rose to her feet and headed for the door, subconsciously knowing whom to expect. She opened the door, graced by Damon's presence. She breathed a sigh before stepping aside for him to enter.

"Before you say anything—

"Let me take you on a date tonight," Damon interrupted. Bonnie's eyes widened as she slammed the door shut.

"What?" she gasped.

"You heard me," he declared, inching his way toward her. She looked him up and down frantically as he stood before her.

"You've got to be out of your mind," she said, chuckling slightly afterward.
"Why not?" he pressed. Her chuckles turned into a fit of laughter as she considered the circumstances.

"Man, you're hilarious," she laughed, shaking her head dramatically. He watched her with a stern look on his face, causing her laughter to die down. "Oh, God… you're serious."

"Why wouldn't I be?" he wondered. She stared deeply into his eyes, searching for an explanation.

"Damon… what about Elena? What about Enzo?" she asked.

"What about them?" he shouted, storming away from her. He slammed his hand down on the table, startling her. She watched him with barren eyes as he fumed silently.

"We can't just excuse the fact that they exist. I just broke up with Enzo, and Elena is resting forevermore until I'm dead. There are several reasons why we can't be together, Damon," she reasoned, though she desperately wished that she would shut up and allow her feelings to take over her reasoning.

"I can't spend the rest of my life making decisions based off of Elena and how she would feel, and neither should you. You can't deny the fact that Elena has made every decision that she's ever wanted, despite whom she hurt in the process. Hell, she even went after two brothers. Blood brothers. Has no one realized that?" he spat. As he continued his rant, Bonnie felt herself starting to agree with him. There were countless times when Bonnie had made sacrifices for Elena and her well being; maybe for once, it was time to do what she wanted.

"Okay," she breathed.

"And another thing—wait, what?" he asked, halting his rampage.

"I said… okay," she told him, stepping closer to him. He looked taken back, but in the best way possible. He allowed a smile to grace his lips before he pushed his way toward her. He reached for her hand, pulling her briskly against his chest. He reached up and placed his hands on either side of her face.

"You're putting me through a lot of weird emotions, you know that, Bonnie?" he whispered huskily before slamming his lips against hers. She moaned softly into the kiss as she laced her fingers through his hair. He pulled her closer as his hands roamed her body sacredly. She smiled through the kiss before pulling her head back to look at him.

"So… about this date," she murmured as she feathered light kisses to his neck. His eyes fell closed as he squeezed at her ass.

"It can surely wait an hour, if you'd like," he suggested, smirking afterward. Her eyes met his, and she imagined the things that he wanted to do to her in that instant. She instantaneously felt her arousal, and she knew that he was aware of it, too.

"Say no more," she acclaimed, bringing his lips back to hers.

As they blindly backed into her room, the only thing roaming through their minds were each other, and the special moment that they were sharing. They couldn't deny that they had been waiting for that moment for longer than they would have liked to admit.

Bonnie spread herself across the bed as Damon watched through lidded eyes. She smiled softly and extended her finger, ushering for him to join her on the bed. He crawled up to her, wasting no time in taking her lips in his.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity before he reached his hand down. He placed his hand between her legs, pulling them apart. His finger trekked her center, reveling in the wetness of her panties.

She bucked her hips in response as she moaned through the kiss. He reached into her panties and inserted a finger into her tightness. She continued to moan lightly as he added another finger, sliding them in and out of her in a rhythmic motion.

"I want to feel you," she moaned, arching her back as he plunged deeper. He drew his hand back and unbuckled his belt, freeing himself. Bonnie admired his massive erection, anticipating the moment that he'd enter her. Without a second thought, he slammed into her. She yelped lightly as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

He grinded into her at an agonizingly slow pace, sucking hungrily on the flesh of her neck. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning loudly from the better contact.

He began drilling into her, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He smirked as he reached down to tickle her clit. Her toes curled as she began to chant his name.

"Fuck," she drawled out, clawing at his sides. Sweat coated their foreheads as he quickened his pace even more, driving her over the edge.

All too soon, she came long and hard, reveling in the sensation of what they had just done.

"Not bad for our first time," she exhaled as her body recovered from its spasms.

"And surely not our last," he commented as he flipped her over on her stomach. And that's all it took to get the fire going again.

Author's Note: Well, that's it, folks! Did you like it? Were you satisfied with the ending? Please let me know in a review!