"Elena!" I heard my name be called, as I was walking in the mall. Bonnie, Caroline and I turned around to see the caller. It was Damon. Of Course! I thought to myself.

"What's he doing here?" Caroline asked.

"Oh, probably scamming girls," Bonnie said, "And man-shopping." I giggled at that.

"I heard that, Miss Bonnie," Damon said, as he approached the group of girls. "And may I just say: you know me so well." Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Damon?" Caroline asked, coldly.

"There are a lot of things I want in this world," he answered dramatically. "But what I need is to talk to Elena. Privately."

"Right now?" I asked. "Can it wait until we get home? We were just about to go."

"It shouldn't be too long," he stated. "But how about I just bring you home. It'd be a bit easier. In case our conversation was to…take longer than I thought it would." I blushed at what I realized he was implying. I looked to Bonnie and Caroline with a helpless look. They just shrugged.

"Fine," I agreed angrily. Damon smiled as he grabbed my wrist and towed me away.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow!" I shouted over the crowd back to my dumbfounded friends as Damon continued to tug me to the other end of the mall. He started steering me towards a specific store that I recognized right away.

"John Varvados?" I asked. "Seriously? Why would you bring me here in the first place Damon?" He ignored my questions as he pulled me into the store. Damon continued to pull me with him until we were in the back dressing rooms. He whipped a door open, quickly checking to see if anyone was inside, and pushed me inside.

"Damon!" I complained. Still ignoring me, he shut the door and locked it. He gave me a sly grin.

"Sorry for that," he finally said, not sounding the least bit sorry, "but this is the only store I know, and trust, that doesn't have security cameras."

"What are y—" I started to say, but am interrupted by Damon's lips crashing down on mine. I let out a squeak of surprise that soon turned into soft whimpers. I laced my fingers in his hair, pressing my body closer to his . I felt his hands lace around my waist. One of his hands slid down my leg and hooked onto my knee, trying to pull me closer. We are interrupted by a knock.

"It's occupied!" Damon snapped, taking his lips away from mine. I force his lips back to mine.

"Damon?" A very familiar voice questioned. The two of us froze. Damon turned is head towards the door.

"Do you need something Stefan?" He asked calmly.

"I was just wondering if you had seen Elena." My heart skipped a beat. "Is there someone in there with you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Damon answered. "So would you be kind and GO AWAY!"

"Sorry!" I heard Stefan exclaim, then mutter under his breath.

"I heard that," Damon scolds. Silence. "He's gone."

"Shit, Damon!" I whispered, afraid that Stefan could come back. "We can't do this. What if Stefan had found out?"

"He won't," he comforted. "Because I am the king of sneak." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you are," I said sarcastically. He grinned.

"You know it," he states, capturing my lips again.