Elena shot up in her bed, panting heavily because of the dream that plagued her mind. Sweat dampened her forehead and rolled down the side of her face. She exhaled deeply with relief, "It was only a dream." This dream in particular seemed to be a recurrence since the night Damon had kissed her. Elena shuddered at the thought of that it. She shoved the covers away from her body to get up out of her bed. Elena made her way out of her room and down the hall way. She had the house to herself for the night, because Jeremy moved to Washington and Alaric was God knows where. She made her way down the steps of the stair case and into the living room. Elena went into the kitchen for a snack. She reached the fridge then opened the door to search for something to eat. Not being able to decide on what to eat Elena shut the fridge door and was startled by Damon. He loomed over her his cobalt orbs gazing into her chocolatey pair.

"Damon..., you scared me." Elena gasped softly. She shoved at his arm aggravated that he didn't bother to make his presence known. He held his hands up in defense, but couldn't help that cocky grin.

"Sorry. You shouldn't be so jump," Damon pressed with a light chuckle.

"I am not jumpy. You just frightened me," Elena admitted to him as she glanced away from him. He leaned against the fridge and crossed his arms over his chest, causing the leather jacekt he wore to tighten around the muscles of his arms. Elena shifted her gaze back towards him, hoping not get lost in those dangerous, cobalt pools.

"What are you doing here, Damon?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, Alaric was starting to worry about you so I told him I would babysit," Damon answered truthfully.

"I don't need a babysitter, Damon. I am 18. I think I can take care of myself," Elena snapped back in annoyance.

"Woah. Alright, crabby. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe you should go back to bed. Better yet how about we both go to bed and spoon?" He mused with that same cocky grin.

"You sicken me," She growled lowly at him.

"Do I, Elena? Or are we lying to ourselves?" Damon pressed the matter. He stepped in closer, hovering again. Elena stepped back until was cornered against the cabinet. He pressed his hands against the wall beside Elena's head. His cobalt orbs gazing deeply into her chocolately pair. He lifted his hand to caress the curve of her cheek and ran his thumb over the cheek bone.

"Damon, stop. I'll go back to bed and you can sleep on the couch," Elena informed him then exhaled, feeling herself start to become dizzy. He was so close. She took his scent and nearly drowned in it. She couldn't think straight. She pressed her hands on his chest and slowly started to shove.

"What if I kissed you again?" He asked, ignoring the fact that she was trying to push him away. He wouldn't budge because of his vampiric strength. Damon lowered his head, hovering his lips inches above hers. He could hear her pulse quickening and her heart pounding. Elena cleared her throat then shook her head from side to side. This couldn't be happening. Of course Elena had growing feelings for Damon, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of Stefan. She breathed out raggedly. Damon barely brushed his lips against hers, loving how she trembled underneath him. He held her face between his hands to hold her still.

"If you keep fighting me you'll only make it harder on yourself," Damon informed her.

"Please, Damon... don't do this to me." She pleaded, searching his eyes.

"Why? Is it so hard to given in to what you really want? I know Stefan could never give you what I can. He broke you, Elena. I care too much to give up on this. You are what I want, Elena. No one else." He bore his heart and soul to her. He meant every word he said. He wished she could just see it for herself.

"I-..." Elena was cut off immediately by Damon.

"Don't think Elena. Shut that part of you out. Just listen to your heart. What does your heart say?" He asked her. His cobalt hues shifting from each of her chocolate pair. He held so much compassion for her. She knew she would be a fool to shut him out now.

"It isn't that easy, Damon. I can't control how I feel about Stefan and you. Is it wrong to say I want both?" She asked him.

"Elena, you can't have the best of both worlds. You'll have to choice sooner or later," Damon warned her then back up. He turned away from her and headed for the living room.

"I'll be on the couch," He muttered loud enough for her to hear. Elena collasped against the wall, panting out heavily. Tears stung her eyes as she tried blinking them away. She raised her hand, wiping them away. She couldn't do this. She knew she couldn't chose. Elena sunk down to the floor and brought her legs up to her chest then wrapped her arms around them. She had no idea how to handle any of this.

{So sorry it took so long to update. I had a major case of writer's block. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Please review it! If you do you'll get another chapter from me! We might find out who Elena chooses! Don't be afraid to review it! It would be much appreciated. I enjoy y'all's input. Okay? Have a great day!}