"What the hell is this?" Damon asked. If I knew, there's would be nothing stopping me from sharing. But I didn't, I was just as clueless as he was, maybe even more. Sure, I liked him, but did I like him, like him or what. God, my method was so screwed up. Seriously, who mouth attacks a guy to see if she has feelings for him? Oh right, that awful person would be me.

"Stefan thinks I have feelings for you," I whispered, staring straight into his sapphire eyes.

"Do you?"

Yes. "I don't know," I lied. His face was as emotionless as a brick.

Why was it so impossible to tell him the truth? When we were kissing, there was this undeniable passion that I'd never experienced before. The kiss left me with goose-bumps going up my arms, and there was not an ounce of my being that wanted to lift my lips from his. Even though all the guilt was beginning to pool in the pit of my stomach, I still wish Jeremy hadn't interrupted us. There's no reason what so-ever why I couldn't admit this to Damon, but the words were lodged in my throat, probably by some supernatural force like nerves.

But seeing him attack Kol, again brought me back to the earlier version of Damon Salvatore, the one who murdered people when things went wrong, an example being snapping my brother's neck. No wonder Jeremy wasn't a big fan of our motel make-out, that would be like if he kissed Rebekah. Gross. Even though he was attacking Kol for the common good, that didn't stop me from remembering a time when he killed for the common bad.

"So I guess you thought this little trip would figure that out for you," he spat, "or maybe you're hoping I'll screw it up so that'll just make the decision for you am I wrong?"

"Damon," I pleaded.

"Am I wrong?" he asked, angrier this time.

"It's what you do Damon, you sabotage things," I replied, trying to come up with the right words, "Think about it, every time there's a bump in the road, you lash out."

"What if I didn't? What if there was no bump?" he questioned, never breaking eye-contact, "Well I'm sorry Elena, but this time I'm not gonna make it so easy for you. This time you'll have to figure it out for yourself."

As much as I wanted to be mad at him for telling me off, I couldn't be because he was right. It was important to make a choice sooner rather than later because the longer I keep doing this, the more hurt someone is going to get. I've caused both the Salvatore's pain and it this love triangle thing needed to end as soon as possible.

The car ride home was awkward to say the least. I regretted arguing with Damon, but none of what was said was a lie. We haven't really talked at all expect to make quick plans about stopping for breakfast,

My gaze transferred from the rain stained window to the person sitting next to me. 'His eyes were focused solely on the road ahead, and the lips that had just caressed mine were now pulled in a straight line showing no signs of his usual smirk.

"Thanks for coming." The words tumbled out before they could be stopped. Damon gawked at me; like he was shocked I broke the mutual silent treatment before he did.

"Yeah, of course no big deal," he replied masking his surprise with a shrug.

"Were you able to get all of Jeremy's stuff," I asked him, glancing back at my brother who had his ear buds in.

"Yeah, I even left a treat for the dog," he grinned, pulling into a parking lot. Looks like the silent treatment plan didn't work so well, like I had learned so many times before, it was impossible to hold a grudge against Damon.

"You cold," he asked as we got out of the car. I hadn't even noticed my shoulders quivering until he brought it up. Before I could reply, Damon took of his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders. Ok so when he wasn't going on murderous rampages, the guy could be kind of sweet .My cheeks flushed red, "thanks."

"Jer, are you hungrey?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure."

The inside of the rest stop looked pretty average, with florescent lights, and orange walls. Jeremy excused himself to use the bathroom so Damon and I were left in the hallway.

"I should probably say sorry about before." He admitted, staring at the floor.

"You didn't really do anything."

"I grabbed your hand."

I stifled a laugh. Of all the things Damon has done he apologizes for holding my hand. So I took one of his hands between my two palms.
"I just grabbed your hand, I'm so sorry," I joked.

"Look Elena, I just have to say one thing, whatever your choice is, I promise not to sacrifice any sorority girls."

I know his attempt at humor was supposed to make me feel better, but I didn't.

"Stefan was right," I breathed.

"About what?"

"I do have feelings for you." Immediately, I wanted to take the words out of the air and shove them back into my brain. Too late.

"Well, you're not so bad yourself"

I did it. I had just admitted what I'd been keeping from both Damon and myself since my birthday and that was his response. Damon with his trademark leather jacket, classic smirk and natural charm, it was hard not like him. Gently, my lips pressed lightly pressed against cheek, and I gave him a tight smile.

"Whoa, So are you guys gonna have sex without clothes on this time?" Jeremy joked, approaching us with a platter of pancakes in his hand.

After we had all eaten, we all piled into Damon's car. When my head hit the headrest, my eyelids immediately drooped, but after seeing Scary Mary hanging on a wall, I don't think sleep will be on the agenda.

"You can sleep if you want," Damon muttered, glancing at me. My vision became foggy, I felt my consciousness ebbing away, and then I succumbed to lack of sleep.