She closed her eyes, trying to recover her breath. Soon, the fantasy vanished and the reality set in. The intensity of what just happened hit her. She quickly jumped out of the bed and started getting dressed.

- I have to go home! She said.

- Really Elena, that's what you are going to do, run away?

He got up, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of her.

- Damon please, I need to go, I need to be alone, to think. Don't make this harder on me then it already is!

As soon as he stepped aside she ran downstairs. She found her bra pretty easy, but she couldn't find her sweater. She was looking under the cushions, when she heard a noise. She looked up, and saw Stefan standing a few steps in front of her. It wasn't hard to guess what she just did. Messy hair, red lips, bites marks and in top of it, she had no shirt on…

A pillow felt from the couch revealing her raped sweater. She immediately put it on, trying to cover herself.

She looked at him. The expression on his face, made her feel, like the most horrible person on earth.

- I'm sorry! That's all she was capable to say before she took off.

After a few miles, the tears came out; she couldn't stop them anymore, so she pulled over and put her head on the wheel. What's gotten into her? Did she just sleep with Damon? What a stupid thing to do! But deep down, she knew better. She wanted to be with him, as much as he wanted to be with her. And she didn't just sleep with him; she gave herself to him, completely! Remembering about it right now gave her chills, her pulls raced and her body caught on fire. She remembered the first time she saw him, his eyes took her breath away, and they still do! Suddenly, she stopped crying, she whipped her tears, and she started the engine and turned around. She got at the boarding house in record time! She stopped at the door; she took a deep breath and went inside. She ran up the stairs, when she opened the door she saw him standing in front of the window, looking outside. He didn't turn around. She knew he heard her came, he was upset. She shook her hands, and said what she came there to say:

- I love you!

He turned around and looked at her.

- Are you sure you're in the right room? He asked.

- I'm sure. She entered the room and stopped in front of him. She placed the palm of her hand on his chick, just in time to catch a tear rolling from his eye.

- I love you Damon, and yes, I'm sure. Nobody is more surprised than I am, believe me! I tried to rationalize, but I can't, I just do!

He took her in his arms, holding her tight, thinking that, if someone could die of happiness, he would be the one.

- I love you to! He whispered in her ear.

- I know you do.

He couldn't believe, that sweet girl loved him, him, Damon Salvatore, the bad brother!

- Damon!

- Huh?

- You are suffocating me, you can let go, I'm not going anywhere, I promise!