There hadn't been much sleep for Damon the rest of that morning. Somehow he managed to have gotten an hour in though because as he awoke to the brunette at his side, for the briefest of moments the eldest Salvatore brother felt …happy.

An exposed shoulder peaked from beneath the sheets on her side of the bed. He caught himself studying her in a way that he never had before throughout their history together. She was very pretty. Powerful, and sexy in a darker way than anyone- including himself could have realized before now. Perhaps it was because she had to become darker in her journey for survival.

"Is it morning?"

She trailed off, looking at the gray sky through raindrop spattered glass. Another smile crept across her lips. It had been more than a couple of months since Bonnie witnessed the start of a fresh new day. The storm outside was a most refreshing change in weather, that she had missed.

"It is… 11:49 to be exact, so almost afternoon." Damon pulled his pants on- still sheet covered, before rushing to gather his other garments.

"Try looking a little less excited to see rain though for future reference. It sends out a whole depressed, angst ridden vibe that someone less understanding of why, may accuse you of being."

Bonnie shifted her expression to one of un-enthusiasm before rolling her eyes.

"What? Just a helpful tip for your re adjustment…" He smiled.

It was more than apparent that Damon was hurrying to leave, and of course to irritate her would aid the process. Clearly, to discuss their session from last night was not on his agenda and honestly what would there have been to say? Whatever happened, it was over with. Whatever was felt, had to be ignored. Bonnie's thoughts raced ahead before she could catch up.

Then, why was she so irritated by his expedited behavior?

A now fully clothed Damon stood at her side of the bed. When he began to lean down before her, she fixed the sheets around herself uncomfortably as to keep what smidgen of pride that remained left intact. With a satisfied smirk, he placed a hesitant and soft kiss down upon of her naturally pink lips.

She wasn't expecting such an intimate gesture, based off of the record breaking time it took for him to re-dress himself. Regardless, she returned his kiss with pleasure. But it was also with fear. Bonnie was no longer afraid of Damon the vampire in the way she had been for many years. This was a fear far worse, and an unfamiliar feeling for the young witch. She was afraid to kiss him back because she knew that it would break her heart once he pulled away. And it did.

"About everything we did here", Damon began without really knowing what to say next

"-Forget it." She cut him off.

"Nothing's changed Damon." Her words were a little too quick, and he heard it.

He was certain that his facial expression told of disappointment as she spoke, but he composed his feelings and buried them down deep, as only he could; before nodding in complete agreement. It was for the best this way. … Though, he wasn't so certain of that now.

An intrusive buzzing sound arose from his pocket, the annoyance snapping them both back to real time. Damon fumbled to see his fifth missed call from Elena across the screen.

"Damn it."

Again, the buzz began in his hand. Damon hit 'answer' without another thought.

"Elena, hi. I uh, just found my phone…"

Bonnie felt extremely uncomfortable now. She hurried out of bed, grabbing Elena's scant pajama set she had borrowed from the wood floor as she rushed into the shower room. She was disgusted with herself for doing this to Elena. This wasn't the sort of person she was capable of being. She wasn't Katherine Pierce, or Caroline Forbes. She was better than sneaking a night in with her best friend's partner.

Back in the bedroom Damon continued to lie, "-it must have still been on silent from the funeral, I just saw your missed calls now… are you alright? How is Caroline holding out?"

Bonnie closed the door so that he could have privacy to speak with her. This was only the second time she heard Elena's voice in months. The last thing she wanted to listen to was Damon lying to it, even if it was out of necessity.

He certainly is an award winning liar. She noted.

The shower sprung to life, drowning out the dialogue from the other room. Her hand maneuvered the faucet towards its hottest setting and she stepped beneath the stream. More than anything, Bonnie hoped to rinse her feelings for him away in the cascading water. She scrubbed at her skin ferociously- guilt and anger boiling to the surface from deep within. Had she transformed so drastically in her solitude that she morphed into this monster of a human being?

Sobs erupted from Bonnie's mouth. Her body sank to the floor of the shower, engulfed by the bellowing steam. She held her legs tight to herself and continued to cry into them. The guilt seemed worse for her to deal with than being trapped in the prison world had been. It may have been simpler to handle for her, had she not cared for Damon at all. If he were just a one-time mistake.

Had that been the case, Bonnie could see herself erasing last night from memory with ease; never putting thought to it ever again. The problem was that she allowed herself to fall in love with the heroic Salvatore brother. She had allowed it a long time ago, and it was enabling her from completing this charade.