Cannonball

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from The Vampire Diaries.

AN: Apologies for the slight delay, but I had the worst luck with this chapter ever! It was already written, but then I accidentally deleted it and it wouldn't come back from my recycle bin, which meant I had to rewrite the whole thing which was not only difficult to do, its hard to remember the little things in between, but it was totally demotivating and frustrating! So I'm sorry that this chapter isn't my best, I promise the original was so much better, but I've tried to make it as close as possible :)

October 25th 2012.

Thursday 7:40am.

Whitmore College.

I peel my eyes open slowly and it takes me a moment to figure out where I am, but when I blink a couple of times and feel two strong arms wrapped around me, my head resting on a bare toned chest, and I smile and remember.

I look up at Damon sleeping, his head leaning back against the back of the seat that will probably give him a neck ache when he wakes up, but he looks so content, so peaceful. His chiseled jaw has it's five a clock shadow, his messy dark hair is covering the top of his forehead and his breathing is light and even. His white shirt is unbuttoned all the way to the bottom from last nights antics, the majority of his chest and abs on show, his toned body is something to be proud of.

I smile and let out a content sigh, wishing we could just stay here all day, but when I slowly look out the bright window, I cringe when I see people walking around in the distance. There is no one close enough to see our half naked states (and hopefully haven't been while we were sleeping!) but I'm sure it wont be long until it gets more crowded.

"Damon." I place my hand on his cheek gently before slowly tapping my fingers against him. "Damon..."

"Hmm?" he grunts tiredly, his eyes still closed.

"Wake up." I smile and watch as his eyes slowly flutter open and he raises his head slightly immediately groaning, confirming my earlier thoughts.

"Ouy, fuck." he winces and unwraps one of his arms from around me and presses a hand behind his neck.

"You ok?" I lift one of my hands up and gently massage his neck with my fingers, watching as he sighs loudly and closes his eyes again.

"I am now." he smiles a little and I grin and lean up to press a soft kiss on is jaw.

"Good morning."

"Morning." he grins with his eyes still closed and I really really do wish we could just stay like this all day. "Sleep well?"

"Surprisingly so for the back of a car."

"Oh please, the car had nothing to do with it." he smirks and I let out a small laugh and use my other hand to slowly run down his abs.

"No I guess not. Thank you for being my human pillow."

"You're welcome." he opens his eyes before winking at me and I watch as he looks down at his watch on his wrist. "We're going to have to head back soon if you want to go home before school." I make a whining noise and press my head against his shoulder. "Or we could always skip..." he runs a hand through my tangled hair.

"You know I can't." I sigh disappointed. "My parents will find out and then I'll be grounded again."

"I know." he runs his other hand down my bare thigh slowly before letting out another loud sigh. "Ok, we really should get moving."

I reluctantly climb off him, and watch as he steps out of the car while I discreetly get changed in the back seat, Damon's jacket covering the back window while he stands against one of the side ones to block my view from the outside world, the other window blocked by trees.

I can't exactly go home wearing a costume can I?

The drive back to Mystic Falls is different than the other times, before it was full of thick tension and dread, but for some reason this morning feels lighter, and we share jokes and tease each other and when Damon pulls up at our usual spot by the edge of the woods, he turns to face me with a smile, his hand reaching out to wrap around my neck to pull me close for a kiss.

I kiss him back, my fingers tangling in his hair and when air becomes an issue we reluctantly pull away from each other.

"Come over tonight." he tells me and I know it's risky, so risky. Two nights in a row? That's dangerous.

But I can't say no.

"Ok." I smile before pecking him softly, slowly, on the lips. I reluctantly move out of his embrace and go to open the door. "I'll see you tonight then." I grin and watch as he smirks back.

"I guess you will." he winks at me and my heart flutters and I close the door and start to head home.

I barely have time to shower and it's a mad rush to school but I eventually make it there just a couple of minutes late after the bell.

I walk into History with an apologetic smile and watch as Mr Saltzman just sighs and motions for me to continue to my seat without a word and I take my seat next to Bonnie who is eyeing me curiously.

"Where's Caroline?" I question in a whisper, noticing the empty seat on my other side.

"She has food poisoning so is taking the day off. Anyway, forget Caroline, what about you." she eyes me with suspicion and I sigh because I knew this was coming.

Mr Saltzman sets us on our way and the class falls into a small chatter as we all get along with our work, which unfortunately for me gives Bonnie the perfect opportunity to keep interrogating me as she slides her desk closer to mine so we sit pretty much shoulder to shoulder to keep our conversation private.

"Well?" she asks impatiently but there is a hint of a smile on her face. "Why did you need me to cover for you last night?"

"I was uh...at a party."

"A party? Whose party? And who did you go with?" she fires out the questions eager for answers and I wonder just how closed off and secretive that I have actually been lately because judging from the way she is dying for information right now, which is normally more of Caroline's style than Bonnie's, I'm guessing that maybe I haven't been as discreet as I had wished.

I realize that I need to be at least semi-truthful, because there is no way I can explain myself in another kind of way, at least not with a believable lie anyway.

"Um..." I smile slightly as I think about those blue eyes. "I've kinda been seeing someone." I say quietly.

"I knew it!" she says far too loud for my liking and Mr Saltzman sends her a warning look and she quickly apologizes before lowering her voice. "Who? I want details?" she asks me eagerly.

"He's..." I trail. "He's not from Mystic Falls, you don't know him."

She looks a little disappointed by my answer but she is still curious for more. "Where's he from? What's his name?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I did not think this through and now I have a mind blank.

"Well?" Bonnie asks impatiently, a smile on her face. "Details, Elena!"

"Um, he's from uh...Richmond."

"Richmond? That far?" she asks surprised.

"It's only two hours..."

"How on earth did you meet him?" she asks intrigued and I shrug.

"I met him over the summer," she watches Bonnie's face change immediately. "And we were just friends, before you say anything."

Still digging that hole.

"Is he the reason you broke up with Matt?" she asks quietly.

I shake my head, because no, Damon was not the reason I broke up with Matt. Sure, he was a factor, but I would have ended things with Matt sooner or later without Damon's influence or our growing relationship anyway.

At least that's what I like to tell myself.

"How long has this been going on for? And why didn't you tell me?"

"It hasn't been going on long, and I didn't tell you because I was still trying to figure it out...things are still...unofficial, I guess you could say." I frown slightly, because I doubt Damon and I will ever be allowed to be official in public, at least not in the near future anyway. "You can't tell anyone though, ok? I mean it, not even Caroline."

Bonnie frowns confused. "Why not?"

"Because..." I trail unsure. "I'm not ready for people to know yet, it's too soon after Matt and people will ask questions. Please Bon."

"Ok, ok." she holds up her hands. "I won't say a word." she smiles at me reassuringly and I let out a breath of relief.

I quickly turn my attention to my work, silently praying that she doesn't realize that I never actually told her his name.

"You got it?" I ask straight away as I walk into Stefan's bedroom.

"Yep." he jumps off his bed that he was sitting on before reaching lifting up his mattress and pulling the thick envelope out. I watch him amused. "What?" he asks with a hint of annoyance. "My Mom comes in here to get my dirty laundry, I had to keep it somewhere she wouldn't accidentally find it!" he defends himself immediately and I let out a bigger smirk as he hands it to me.

I peek inside and my eyes widen at the mass amount of hundred dollar bills in here.

"I know right?" Stefan takes note of the look on my face. "How much do you reckon is in there?"

"Thousands at least." I murmur surprised. "Thanks again by the way, you really saved my ass."

"No problem. Although, you never did explain why you couldn't go yourself?"

"It's a long story, no big deal. Just keep this from Zach, alright? Last thing I want is to piss him off even more. He's been grouchy lately."

"Yeah I noticed that actually. I think he's just stressed out with the case against him and then moving onto Dad."

"Yeah maybe." I sigh and push the thick envelope into the inside pocket of my leather jacket. "You want a ride to school? I'll drop this off at Zach's on the way."

"Sure."

We make the short journey to Zach's apartment, sometimes I forget he has his own place, he spends most of his time staying at The Boarding House but I guess just like me, he needs his own space and time away from everyone else as well, especially Marie.

"Stay here I'll be two minutes." I jump out of my parked Camaro and quickly walk into the building, I take the stairs to the third floor before knocking on his hard oak door.

It only takes a few seconds for him to answer and he just gives me the once over before stepping backwards and letting me in.

"So...how was it?" He asks curiously.

"Same old." I shrug noncommittally before handing him the envelope. I watch patiently as he opens the envelope and peeks inside, counting briefly with his eyes. "That's a lot of money in there..." I state aloud.

He lifts his eyes up to glance at me before chuckling, almost coldly. "It is." he reseals the envelope and throwing it on the counter beside him. "Which is why I'm a bit fucking pissed off that I asked you to do one thing for me, Damon and you didn't even do it!" he raises his voice and I gulp immediately.

Fuck.

"Look, it's no big deal! I sent Stefan instead, and everything went well!" I defend myself immediately.

"But I didn't ask Stefan, did I? I asked you and not only did you lie to me, but you failed to deliver! Did you think I wouldn't notice huh? Especially after our interesting chat yesterday! Talk about obvious, Damon!" he takes a giant step towards me, his face the picture of fury. "Who has it huh? Stefan? Will?"

"Who has what?" I ask confused. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about!"

He grabs my shirt and pulls me against him, his fists clenched tightly. "Don't fucking lie to me!"

"I'm not!" I try and pull out of his grasp but he is stronger than me, and I'm shocked when he lets go of my grip only to push me backwards and I go crashing into the wooden table behind me, falling onto the floor bringing down two chairs with me.

"Where is it?!"

"Where's what?!" I shout back almost desperately as his fist rises and lands into my face. I cover my face with my arms to try and stop the impact but it doesn't matter, he just shoves them away and hits me again and I'm reminded in times like these that I am still just a teenager and he is twice as strong as me.

"Zach! Stop!" I use all the strength I can muster and tackle him down onto the ground so I am now on top of him. I knee him in the stomach before jumping to my feet. "Stop, ok!" I shout at him breathlessly and I can feel the blood dripping down from my nose. "I don't know what you're talking about, this is the only envelope that Stefan gave me, ok!"

I stand tense as I watch him pull himself up to his feet. Wondering what the hell is going on with him and why he would react like that? I've been hit by him before, but when I've done something to piss him off and I knew why, on this occasion though, I have no idea what the hell is going on in his head and why he is so riled up.

"Get your brother up here now!" he barks at me angrily and I nod my head and quickly pull out my phone.

"Stefan. Come up here will you." I hang up and slide my phone back into my pocket. "Uncle Zach...what is going on?"

I watch as he anxiously runs his hand through his hair. "It's none of your concern. Look, I'm sorry I hit you, ok?" he glances at me briefly before walking into his kitchen before returning with a wet cloth. "Here." he hands it to me and I press it against my burning eye before using the corner of it to wipe away the blood from my nose.

"You can't just react like that and then tell me it's none of my concern!" I argue. "You fucking lost it!"

"And I'm sorry!" he snaps just as the door opens and Stefan hesitantly walks inside.

"Hey..." he greets us before glancing at me. "Damon? What the hell happened?"

"It doesn't matter." I sigh shaking my head, trying to send him a message to not go any further with it.

"I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night." Zach strides toward my brother. "And don't you dare try and miss anything out."

Stefan looks just as confused as I feel and I watch as his eyebrows crease together before he speaks. "Uh...I drove with Will to Richmond, we went to the address you told us about and met up with them two guys, Will seemed to recognize them, and then they gave us the envelope that I gave Damon this morning..."

"And that was it? That was all they gave you? You didn't take anything out of it? No money? Nothing?" he presses for answers.

"No of course not."

"And Will?"

"No." he shakes his head. "Will barely even touched the thing. He passed it straight over to me and I kept it, I haven't took anything from it. Why? What's missing?"

"A shit load of money that's what." he hisses angrily and I feel my eyes widen in surprise. There was already so much in there, so the fact that there should have been even more, and an amount that Zach could clearly notice from a quick glance, makes me even more curious to wonder what the hell my uncle is up too.

Stefan glances at me nervously and I just shrug, still just as clueless as he is.

"Both of you just go." Zach eventually speaks again.

"Uncle Zach-" Stefan goes to speak but Zach holds up his hand.

"Just go!"

I nod my head and walk out, pulling Stefan out with me and we stay silent until we leave the building and climb into my car.

"He's losing it." I frown as I look at my growing black eye in the wing mirror. "He just lashed out and jumped me. I didn't even have time to realize what was going on to be able to defend myself until I was already on the floor and he was pounding his fist into my face. I know he can be violent, but he's never been like that..."

Stefan stays silent for a moment. "You know, Dad mentioned something about his behavior this past week or two, I never really noticed it until now...I mean I knew he was acting a little off but not like that."

"Why?" I frown curious. "What did Dad say?"

"He just said that Zach was on edge, that he was up to something and that I should give him some space. I just thought he meant it was about the fraud charges but..."

"But now you think it's something different?" I question and he nods slowly. "Yeah...me too..."

"What on earth could he be doing to get that amount of money anyway? Especially if half of it is apparently missing? And to react like that too?"

"I don't know." I run a hand down my face, my eye still stinging. "And to be honest brother, I'm not sure that I want to find out."

"Oh my god." I gasp the moment Damon opens his door to me and quickly ushers me inside. "What happened?" I ask worriedly as I notice the dark purple bruise around his eye. I immediately reach my hand out and graze my finger against the dark skin, watching as he winces slightly.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." he smiles lightly and takes my hand from his face before entwining our fingers together.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Damon. Who did this?" I ask worried. All kind of thoughts starting to cross my mind. Is he in some kind of trouble? What happened between now and this morning? Who would want to hurt him?

"I don't know, some random guy jumped me. No big deal." he says casually before pulling me towards the kitchen. "Beer?"

I gawp at him in disbelief and watch as he sighs before placing both of his hands on each side of my face. "It's not a big deal, ok? It's just a little bruise, it'll go away in a few days." he grins slightly before leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips. "But you're cute for worrying." he smirks at me and I immediately scoff as he pulls away.

"I wasn't worried." I reply stubbornly as he chuckles and remove his hands from my face.

"Ahuh." he smirks again. "Beer?"

"Please." I send him a mocking smile which he laughs at before handing it to me. I take a sip, enjoying the cold liquid running down my throat.

"So, have you eaten?"

"Nope."

"Good." he grins, places his beer down and I squeal as he walks over and lifts me up from under my arms before sitting me on top of the kitchen counter. "Stay right here. I'm going to cook you something."

"You cook?" I ask in surprise amusement. I just can't see Damon Salvatore cooking, at all.

"Yes." he rolls his eyes as he opens the fridge and pulls out a few things. "Don't look so surprised, Elena. I'll have you know I am a fabulous cook."

"Ahuh." I eye him amused. "Maybe we should just get takeout."

"Or maybe you should trust that my cooking is going to rock your taste buds. So just hold tight and enjoy your beer and keep that judgy little mouth of yours shut." he smirks at me.

I have to say, I am shocked when I see Damon move around his small kitchen like he knows exactly what he is doing, and as I sit up on the counter, my legs swinging down below me as I sip on cold beer I find myself feeling the most relaxed that I have done in a long long time.

I lick my lips subconsciously as I watch him take a small taste from the sauce he is making, licking the spoon afterwards and immediately blush as he turns his head and catches me staring.

He smirks instantly, that devils smirk that infuriates me but attracts me to him all at the same time. "You want a taste?" he raises his eyebrow and I nod my head.

"Sure. I might as well prepare myself for what I have to embark later." I tease him and he rolls his eyes again before dipping the spoon into the pan and bringing it back out and takes the two short steps towards me.

"Open up." he grins as he hovers the spoon just in front of my lips. I do as he says and he gently pushes the spoon into my mouth and I swallow the sauce, immediately surprised and impressed by the attack on my taste buds.

"Mmm." I admit with shock. "Wow. That's so good."

"Told ya." he winks at me. "I'm a quarter Italian, it's in the genes."

"Well that certainly explains it," I grin. "And where the name Salvatore came from."

He chuckles softly and I smile, because it's such a unique sound and I never want to stop hearing it. There's something so special about seeing him laugh, it's hard to explain, but I can tell that it doesn't happen very often so I am glad to witness it when it does, and even happier to know that I'm the one who caused it.

Damon dishes up the pasta he has made and we sit down on the floor, using the coffee table to hold our plates. I have to admit, this is one of the tastiest meals that I have ever had, and it makes me wonder how many other things about Damon that I don't actually know about.

Once we finish, we move up on to the couch, our dirty dishes being left to the side for now and I smile as Damon holds out his arm for me to sit next to him, his hand landing on my shoulder.

"Do you ever get lonely here?" I ask after a few moments, Damon lazily flicking through different channels on the TV. "Living here on your own? I can't imagine it."

"I get a lot of company." he winks at me with a smirk and I roll my eyes and slap him on the chest.

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I." he chuckles but stops when he notices my glare. "Alright. Um...sometimes it gets a bit boring, but my buddy Klaus is over here a lot, so is my brother so..."

"How come you don't live at home?" I ask curiously. I just assumed he got kicked out, but he doesn't seem to have a terrible relationship with his family so God knows what the reasons are.

Just another thing I don't actually know about Damon Salvatore.

He just shrugs, his eyes glued to the TV in front of us but I can tell that he's not really watching it.

"It was just easier to move out..." he trails. "I didn't get along that well with the evil step-monster so to save everyone the trouble I got my own place. Well, I say it's my own, it actually belongs to my Dad but he lets me have my freedom with it, well, most of the time."

I blink surprised. "Evil step monster?" I ask confused. "I thought your parents were still together?"

Damon frowns and pulls away from me to turn to face me. "What made you think that?"

What made me think that? I don't know. What didn't make me think that? "I see your Mom at founding family parties all the time, I just assumed...I'm sorry..."

Damon blinks once, twice, a frown on his face that makes me feel nervous. "Elena..." he trails and clears his throat. "My mother is dead."

"What?" I gawp at him before letting out a small laugh. "Damon, come on, don't be silly I saw her just last week in the grocery store. You know, you shouldn't joke about things like that." I tease him with a smile.

Damon however doesn't smile back, he doesn't lead onto a joke to tell me that he's just kidding.

"You must mean Marie." he says calmly and reaches over to the coffee table to grab a beer and I watch with a nervous feeling in my stomach as he takes a large swig. "That's my stepmother, Stefan's biological Mom."

My eyes widen in shock. How the hell did I not know this? I didn't even know Damon and Stefan had different mothers!

"Oh my god." I immediately reach my hand out and touch his thigh. "Damon I'm so sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's ok." he forces a smile and as much as it's pushed onto his face, I can tell that he is being sincere. "It was years ago now, I was barely eleven years old when it happened."

I don't know what to say. I feel like such an idiot. A horrible idiot. How could I be so insensitive? How could I not know about this?

"Hey," his fingers grab my chin and he tilts my head up to face me. "Don't feel bad." he smiles. "You weren't to know..."

"But I should have."

"You couldn't have." he tells me firmly. "It's not like we grew up side by side, was it? We come from totally different lives, Elena, we never even spoke to each other until this past summer and it's not like when we did we were sharing heart to hearts." he smirks slightly.

"I know but-"

"Hey, no buts." he cuts me off. "It's ok." he leans forward and kisses me softly, his fingers still gripping my chin. "I'm sure there are lots of things I don't know about you either, things that I would want to know." his blue eyes burn into mine and I gulp slightly under his intense gaze, letting lost in his ocean pools. "We'll change that, ok?" his other hand runs down my arm and I blink, and slowly nod my head. My stomach in nervous knots but this time it's the good kind. I lean forward and kiss him slowly, our mouths meeting, our breaths mingling.

I don't deepen it, and neither does he, and when I pull away he just smiles and kisses me on the nose and I blush.

"One day I'll tell you about her." he smiles a little and I nod my head, a smile of my own creeping on to my lips.

"I'd really like that." I tell him sincerely, because I mean it. I can't believe I didn't know about his mother dying, but it just makes me more eager to find out more about him, about his life, and his past.

There is so much to find out, to learn and I want to know every single thing there is to know about Damon Salvatore.

"I don't want to go home." Elena whines from beside me as she stretches out on my couch, her legs stretched out across my lap.

"Then don't." I run my hands slowly up and down her legs, stroking her thighs before twisting my hands underneath to run my fingers down her calf. "Stay here tonight."

"You know that I can't."

"Yes you can. Go home, say goodnight and then sneak right back out again." I smirk. "I'll even come with you and wait for you around the corner and we can come straight back here and lock the door."

"Damon stop!" she groans and rests her head back against the arm rest. "That sounds so tempting."

"Then do it!" I pull on her legs and slide her along so she is closer to me, laughing as she squeals slightly and pushes herself up. I lean forward and kiss her slowly on the lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth as I feel her hand wrap around the back of my neck. "Stay." I murmur against her lips before kissing her again. "Stay." I repeat with a smirk and kiss her again. "Stay."

She giggles against my lips as I go to kiss her again and she palms her hand against my face and pushes me back. "Fine, I'll stay. But only if you go and get me another beer." she smirks and I roll my eyes.

"You never miss a trick, Gilbert." I wink at her but move her legs and push myself up onto my feet before grabbing two beers. As I unscrew the lids and walk back I notice that she is looking down at her hands, seemingly deep in thought. "Earth to Elena?" I wave the beer in front of her face. "Geez, have I lost you already? I was only gone for 20 seconds!"

She smiles slightly and takes the beer from me as I sit back down beside her, watching confused as her smile falls.

"Go on, whatever you've got to say, spit it out."

She turns her head to face me surprised. "What?" her voice is shaky, nervous.

I smirk and push some hair behind her ear that has fallen onto her face. "Elena, I can practically hear the cogs turning in your brain. So go on, spit it out." I urge her.

She sighs and picks at the sticker on the beer bottle. "What are we doing, Damon?"

"Drinking beer?" I tease but I know that isn't what she means. Unfortunately though, I don't have answers.

"Damon be serious." she practically pleads with me. "What is this?"

"Why are you bringing this up now, Elena?" I ask confused.

"Why not?" she frowns. "Earlier on tonight I realized how little I actually know about you, how little you know about me. And today at school...I told Bonnie that I was seeing someone, and she was asking me questions that I couldn't answer, I mean...what is this between us? Are we friends with benefits? Are we-"

"Elena come on." I cut her off immediately. "You know you mean more to me than that." I tell her seriously and I watch as her mouth parts slightly. "I don't have the answer, ok? This is a complicated situation but what I do know is that..." I take a deep breath because I've never ever had a conversation like this with a girl before. "Is that I really really like you, ok? And I've uh...I've never felt this way about anyone before." I gulp slightly and take a chug of my beer. "I don't want you seeing anyone else, and if that means we're dating or whatever, then so be it."

I watch as her face expression changes from shock, to awe, to a smirk crossing her lips. "Damon Salvatore, are you asking me to go steady? Exclusively?" she teases me immediately brightening the mood and I am so ever grateful.

"That depends on what your answer is." I grin as she giggles softly and nods her head.

"I'd like to be exclusive with you." she sounds shy and it makes my grin widen.

"Good." I go to kiss her but pause, stopping myself. "And about what you said before? I think we know each other a lot more than you realize. I know that you press your eyebrows together when you're questioning something, I know that you scrunch up your nose when you're disgusted, amused or genuinely confused. I know the difference between the sounds of your laugh when you're nervous or find something funny, I know that you push your hair behind your ear when you're unsure of yourself. I know that you hate not having control of the TV, I know that you can only sleep on the left hand side of the bed and I know that you pick off half of the pepperoni from your pizza, even though you insist that you like it. I know you, Elena, and I'm sure that you know me. This could be the worst thing that we have ever done, this could be a disaster waiting to happen, but it could also be the best, and the way I feel right now...I know I don't ever want this to end."

I don't know where that came from, but it needed to be said.

"All we can do is be honest with each other, Elena, we have that, we've always had that honesty between us. As long as we trust each other and continue be honest with each other, I think we'll be ok. We just need to ignore that world out there and concentrate on us, just the two of us."

"I know." I didn't notice it before but she has tears in her eyes and I blink at her worriedly, praying that I haven't just scared her away. However, when she places both of her hands on each side of my cheeks, her fingers stroking my skin before she leans forward and presses a slow kiss to my lips. "We could be making all the wrong choices, but I don't care." she runs her finger down my cheek and along my jaw. "All I care about is how right this feels."

"That's because it is right."

I'm never one to be open about my feelings, to even show them never mind discuss them, but there is something about Elena that makes this all different. I know I could never be like this with anyone else, ever, but sitting here right now as I lean forward and kiss her, our lips molding together perfectly... I know that this is real.

I just wish this easiness, this connection, this whole thing between us could last forever.

Too bad no one can predict the future.

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