I know this update is crazy short, but it is getting harder to find time to write. I can be a bit of a perfectionist; I obsess over word choice and tone, so it takes forever to write a chapter, let alone a long one.
When I catch my first glimpse of Caroline in the light of my living room, I realize our conversation will have to wait. While Caroline could never look anything less than gorgeous, her body betrays her true exhaustion. I look at my watch and realize it is nearly dawn. Neither Caroline nor I have slept all night, and I still have a meeting with Katherine at noon. Since my own home is currently filled with my very human family and newborn vampires aren't known for their self-control, I recommend Caroline crash at the boardinghouse. Stefan can keep an eye on her, and I can attempt an explanation after we both get some much needed rest. Caroline lets out a breath of relief and nods with a weak smile at my invitation. She seems eager to put an end to this long emotional day. Caroline rides to the boardinghouse with Stefan and I in melancholy silence. Before I allow myself to finally rest, I check on Caroline one last time, only to find her fast asleep.
I smile at my best friend sleeping peacefully and tiptoe back to my room, careful not to make a sound. As I make my way back to my room, I notice Damon is waiting just inside looking slightly annoyed. "Really, you bring blondie back here after she uses me as a punching bag to vent her emotional drama? I am now convinced you are trying to get me killed," Damon replies half-jokingly.
I return his smirk and decide to tease him a little. "Is Damon Salvatore afraid of a newborn vampire? You're not going soft on me are you," I ask, moving so close to Damon we are almost touching?
Nothing prepares me for the sudden rush of movement as Damon basically throws me on my bed. He hovers over me and runs his hands over my stomach inching up my shirt as he starts blowing the tiniest whiff of air on my flat belly. I shiver at the attention and momentarily forget my fatigue. Damon leisurely travels up my body placing tiny kisses on every inch of my skin. Just when I am about to scream for him to take me now, he whispers in my ear, "I'm not soft. You had an entire year of soft and yet here you are underneath me practically begging for me to fuck you into next week. What you need is passion and fire. My skin burns at your slightest touch. Your kiss ignites something inside of me that I thought had died long ago, but that doesn't make me soft. I don't fear baby vampires, and I don't take well to teasing. You will remember that if you ever want me to truly ravish you," Damon says as he rises from my bed, waves wickedly, and leaves the room. I let out the loudest huff of frustration. How can Damon say I'm the evil tease in this relationship? Damon claims to be a gentleman and then he leaves a lady hot and bothered. He may have had over 160 years to learn patience and restraint, but I am still a horny teenage girl. I plot my revenge before drifting off to sleep.