The sunlight beamed into my room right into my eyes. I squinted against the harsh light, rolling out of bed. When I was sitting up, a rush of memories flooded into my mind. The tight ropes that had tied me to a chair. The dim light of the room. Damon's soft lips against mine. I touched my mouth, remembering his kiss. I jumped up, in anger at myself.
"You've got to stop this, Elena," I uttered to myself. "For your own sake. For Stefan's sake." I nodded, and in a rush, started going through my drawers, finding clothes to wear.
"I'll go see Damon, and tell him to stay away from me," I told myself. "Why he tied me up just to kiss me, I have no idea, nor do I want to know. I'll tell him to stop." It sounded all right then.
I pulled into the Salvatore boarding house driveway, and got out of my car. Walking up to the front door, I rang the doorbell and waited. Suddenly, the door flew open and standing in the entrance stood Damon.
"Why, hello Elena," he flirted, smirking. My heart thudded loudly.
"We need to talk, Damon," I said calmly. He stepped aside.
"Please, come in then," he offered. I took a deep breath, and glided inside.
"Damon, I—" I started to tell him, turning to face him. However, before I could finish, Damon had me pinned to the wall, his face an inch away from mine.
"Damon," I breathed. He smiled.
"Yes, Elena," he whispered with a caress. My spine tingled.
"Don't," I said, weakly. "We can't—"
"Elena, Elena, Elena," he taunted, condescendingly. "Of course we could."
"Stefan—" He brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"Stefan isn't here. He won't be here for a while."
"Damon—"
"Elena, I'm tired of your games. I know I was a bit extreme in tying you up, but I did succeed in one thing."
"W-What's that?" Damon leaned in close to my ear.
"You admitted that you want me." I felt his lips against my neck, making my pulse go crazy.
"Why do you have to do this?" He pulled away, and looked at me with his penetrating, cool blue eyes, locking his gaze with mine. My heart shuddered.
"Because you're one extraordinary girl, Elena."
Then, Damon's lips met mine with a fiery passion. I couldn't think, so I felt. I kissed him with all I had, moaning into his mouth. I laced my fingers into his hair and I felt his hands on my back. At the moment, I didn't care that I shouldn't be here, that I shouldn't be kissing Damon, my boyfriend's brother. I wouldn't even care if Stefan were to walk in on us right at this second. I just wanted his lips to continue caressing mine.