A/N: So I've written this chapter like five times, and I am not over exaggerating in the least. It just wasn't turning out the way I liked and this is why it's so late. I'm not too pleased with the end result but it's the best of all the rewrites. Just to let you guys know the two of the songs I listened to while I was writing this chapter are Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg and I find The Light In You by Joe Brooks. The fic is almost done guys probably three or four more chapters. Thanks for all the follows, favs and reviews. You guys seriously have no idea how much it means to me. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters are property of the CW and LJ Smith, I do not own them.

It took a while for Bonnie to get her bearings when she awoke. It was Monday and she remembered that she had an appointment at the administrator's office today. She sat up in bed and smelled something delicious. She looked over to the little dining area and saw that Damon had ordered room service.

"Good morning Aurora," Damon said beaming.

"Aurora?" Bonnie said confused.

"Sleeping Beauty's real name," he replied in a 'didn't you know that' sort of tone.

"Why do you even know that Damon?" she asked.

"I know many things, Bonnie, like the fact that you're going to be late for your appointment if you don't hurry up and get dressed."

"Oh yeah," she walked towards the bathroom and paused, "thanks."

"You owe me a couple! And I'll be ready to collect soon!" he shouted as she shut the bathroom door.

Bonnie took a while taking the shower as she recalled all that has happened so far. Damon had kissed her; she had kissed back, now they were pretending it never happened. She didn't know why but it bothered her that Damon hadn't spoken about it. They had a great time last night, minus the waitress hitting on him every minute. Damn waitress, she growled.

She washed her hair and put on a robe. Damon was sitting by the table, smiling at her. He didn't have a shirt on and it was extremely distracting. She sat across from him and he handed her a cup of coffee. She took the coffee and tasted it, it was divine, simply heavenly, it was just the way she like it. What was Damon up to? She scanned the table and saw scrambled eggs, bacon and chocolate chip pancakes. Yum.

"Do you want me to accompany you to NYU?" he asked drinking a glass of blood.

"Oh Damon, I know you want to see college coeds and that's the real reason why you want to join me."

"You know me so well, Bon," he winked at her.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"I'm a vampire; I don't need sleep, just blood."

"Damon,"

"I went out Bonnie, I found a blood bank then I went to look for a friend."

"Oh," she said filling her mouth with pancake and eggs "was this 'friend' of the female gender?"

"Bonnie, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were jealous."

"It's a good thing you know better then."

"Yes," he answered, "she was of the female gender."

Bonnie tensed. She tried to play it off as nothing, but Damon had already caught it. He smiled.

"I need to finish getting dressed," she got up and walked to the closet, "thanks for ordering breakfast."

Bonnie dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt, a white short sleeved blouse and navy blue pumps. She straightened her hair and put in in a low side ponytail. She admired herself in the mirror and thought she looked professional enough. She smoothed her skirt and exited the bathroom. She met Damon's eyes and he smiled.

"You look nice," he said simply.

"Thanks," she smiled, "are you coming or not?"

"Not today, I have things to take care off," he said.

"Ok, well I'm leaving so I'll call you when I get back."

"Ok."

Bonnie left. She stood outside waiting for the elevator, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Who was the girl? Had he really drank from a Blood bank? Did this woman let him feed on her? The elevator appeared and she pressed the button for the lobby. I don't have time for this, let's focus on school. She took a deep breath and cleared Damon from her mind momentarily.

Damon let out a breath of relief when he heard the elevator door close. He picked up the plates and set them neatly on the table for when the maid came. He was still reeling from his recent discovery. Damon Salvatore liked Bonnie Bennett. This was the same Bonnie Bennett that he tried to kill and the one that tried to kill him, more than once.

He was hopeless, he felt like he had gone from one extreme to another. What was worse was that he had no one to talk to about it. He could tell Stefan but he would tell Elena and he wasn't in the mood to deal with Elena. Elena, what would she say? He took another swig of his blood and sat down. He hadn't lied to Bonnie, he told her the truth that he went out and met a friend, rather an acquaintance.

When exactly had he even fallen for Bonnie? He always thought she was attractive, that wasn't news. Why hadn't he fallen for her before though? He thought about it, was it because he secretly had this competition with Stefan; one that he made up solely in his mind. It was their father's fault; Giuseppe had separated them into the good son and the bad son.

Damon was always trying to find ways to become his father's favorite. When Katherine came along, he wanted her for himself but of course she had also wanted Stefan. It was a competition at first, and then he ended up falling for her. He would be lying if he said that wasn't the same case with Elena. He wanted her because Stefan had her. Now there was Bonnie, why did he want Bonnie?

Bonnie was there for him when he needed a friend, maybe he was just infatuated with her. Damon guessed he had always cared about Bonnie; he did save her lives a couple of times. At first, it was to get in Elena's good graces but usually he did it because he wanted to. Bonnie was annoying to him, not in the way Caroline was; Caroline's annoyingness was plain annoying. Bonnie's annoyingness was with her always calling him out on his crap and challenging him to be a better person. Fuck Damon, what have you gotten yourself into?

Bonnie had just finished talking to some admins and taking a tour of the school. She liked the dorms and she was in love with the science labs. She had spent most of the morning talking about what she'll be doing in the fall and the honor's program. They told her that if she kept her grades up, then she would get the full scholarship. She was ecstatic! Now the only person she would have to convince would be her father who had hopes of her attending his alma mater.

She walked along 5th avenue and saw a cute little coffee shop. She was in good mood so she entered and ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate scone. She sat outside and watched the people of Manhattan go about their busy day. Manhattan was very different from Mystic Falls. The people here were walking everywhere while in Mystic Falls no one ever walked, ever.

"You have a beautiful shaped face have you ever tried modeling?" a young man said to her, drawing her from her thoughts.

"Excuse me?" Bonnie said, now on high alert, there was something about this man that was not right.

"You are so beautiful and your body is petite, you should be a petite model," he said.

"Not interested," she said rising from her seat.

"Well," he grabbed her arm, "How about we just sit and have coffee instead?"

"No, I have to go," she shrugged out of his hold.

He gripped her tighter and asked, "Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

"None of your damn business, now take your fucking hands off me," she said glaring at him.

The man didn't budge, then suddenly he let go of her arm, as if her skin burned him.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted.

She left the store and walked briskly back to the hotel. She swiped her room key and saw that the room was clean. Damon doesn't clean, definitely room service. She set her bag down on table and saw a note.

Bonnie,

I've gone out for a while, should be back by 7, get dressed and look pretty, we're going dancing. No not clubbing, actual dancing. You'll love it!

Damon ;)

Bonnie read the note and smiled, they had spoken about her obsession with dancing and how she loved to dance. This was nice of him to do. The more Bonnie thought about it, the more she thought that Rebekah was indeed right, Damon probably did like her. He was always looking out for her and these past few days he made it his duty to make sure she was comfortable. She was happy because even if Bonnie never admitted it to herself, she liked him too.

She knew the moment when she started seeing Damon as more than a friend, it was the day when she told the other's that she was taking Damon with her. That night when she was talking to Stefan she realized that she was developing feelings for him and it scared her because she knew he was in love with Elena. Then there was the plain and obvious truth that no one could compare to Elena Gilbert.

If Damon does like me, I'm going to find out tonight. She had a plan, a fool proof plan that would let her know whether Damon really liked her or not. The plan included a lot of flirting and a possible jealous Damon. She smiled, Game on.

Damon walked into the room noticing that the air was misty, indicating that Bonnie had just finished her shower. She walked out of the bathroom in a towel, shocked. She leaned forward to pick up her panties of the bed, showing slight cleavage. Damon clenched his jaw.

"I'm sorry, you said, you were getting here at 7 but its only 6:30 so I wasn't expecting you," she slipped her underwear into the front of the towel.

"Uh, it's ok," Damon said taken aback.

"Just give me a few minutes, to get ready, then you can have the bathroom," She said turning and hitting the bedside table, causing her towel to loosen showing the dip of her back, 'crap, sorry."

Damon watched as Bonnie closed the door, he searched for something nice to wear out. Did Bonnie just do that on purpose? That seemed way too planned to be an accident. Shut up, you're grasping at straws, just because you like Bonnie doesn't mean she likes you. He sighed.

"Is this semi-formal or casual elegant?" Bonnie asked from the bathroom.

"Go with casual elegant," he answered.

"Dress, skirt or pants?"

"I am not your gay best friend," he said irritated, "wear what you want; I'd prefer a dress though."

"What if I don't have a dress?"

"Then why the fuck would you ask me?"

Bonnie walked out of the bathroom and threw her wet towel at him, "Don't be mean."

Damon turned to look at Bonnie. She was wearing a red dress that was tight at the bust, but flowed at the waist. Her make-up was flawlessly done and her hair fell with tight curls. She was wearing red pump heels. Damon was awe struck, she was simply beautiful.

"You lied," he paused, "You look lovely."

Bonnie lifted her chin in his direction with a smirk, "Thank you."

Damon walked by Bonnie and went into the bathroom, "Excuse me while I go look even better."

Bonnie walked into the room with Damon holding her hand. Damon spoke to the lady at the table and she led them to the ballroom. Bonnie saw a lot of other couples dressed and notice one couple in particular, dancing on the floor, they were doing the waltz.

"Damon," she said turning to him, "you took me to a dance session."

"You don't like it?" he said a little worried.

"No," Damon looked crushed, "I love it."

She smiled and dragged him onto the dance floor. The DJ started playing music that you had to salsa to. Damon held Bonnie and they danced together. They were smiling and having fun. They danced the meringue, salsa and cha-cha. Bonnie was on top of the world because while she was dancing she was learning from Damon as well.

Bonnie decided to take a break and went over to get refreshments. She had temporarily forgotten about her plan to figure out whether he liked her or not and was honestly enjoying his company. She drank a glass of the punch and sat down.

She searched the dance floor for Damon and noted that he was now dancing with a red head. The red head was clearly putting the moves on Damon and he seemed more than interested. Bonnie was furious. She rose from her seat and collided with a young man. He caught her before she fell and she got a sense of familiarity. She steadied herself and observed the man who had just helped her. When her eyes met his face, she jumped. It was the guy from the café.

"Ah, we meet again," he said smiling with a wink.

Bonnie wasn't interested but Damon was clearly otherwise occupied, "stalking isn't flattering in any way."

"What brings you here?" the gentleman asked.

"I'm here with a friend," she replied curtly.

"I'm a fan of threesome," he said with a wink.

Before Bonnie knew it, Damon was by her side. Pulling her towards him, he gave the young man the look over and said, "You do not speak to her in that manner."

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked.

"Your worst nightmare, now leave," Damon replied taking Bonnie's hand and leading her to the dance floor.

The song that was playing indicated that the couples do the Tango. Damon took Bonnie's hand and they began to dance. They moved together in perfect harmony. All the other couples stopped to watch as Damon and Bonnie took center stage. They dance as if they were the only two people in the world. Damon watched Bonnie as if she was the only girl in the world. Bonnie was flustered. She was overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling. When the final note played, Damon lifted Bonnie and spun her around. Coming down from the heights of emotion, Bonnie trailed her fingers along his cheeks and kissed him.

The other couples starting hooting and hollering but she didn't care. She jumped into his arms and held her to him. He removed his lips from hers and started tracing kisses along her jawline. She stretched her neck to give him better access as they both momentarily forgot where they were.

"Keep in PG guys, you are in public," one of the male shouted, which caused Bonnie to jump out of Damon's arms.

Damon took a few deep breaths, and then took Bonnie's hand. They said their goodbyes to everyone and left the ballroom. As they walked out another patron yelled, "Go get busy guys!"

Bonnie was a few meters ahead of Damon walking. He could still hear her heart beating fast and smell her arousal. Bonnie Bennett was turned on by him. They walked together in silence, neither wanting to bring up what had just happened first. They got to the hotel a few minutes later and walked into their room.

Bonnie kicked of her shoes and jumped onto the bed. Her heart was still racing but Damon suspected it wasn't for the same reason as earlier. She went into the bathroom to change into her pajamas. Damon took the opportunity to change as well. This time he wasn't the one to initiate the kiss, this time Bonnie had decided to play tonsil hockey.

"Damn, where's your shirt?" she gasped walking out of the bathroom.

"Now, Bonnie, you know I don't sleep in shirts," he said doing his Damon eye thing.

"Well, can you put on a shirt please?" she said shying away from the sight of Damon in his boxers, "and a bottom as well."

"Why? Am I turning you on?" he said smugly.

"No!" Bonnie said too quickly.

"Really?" Damon moved forward to Bonnie and held her against him, she tried to move but she didn't want to.

"Damon," she sighed, "let me move."

"But you don't want to Bonnie," he whispered into her ear.

She turned around and was now facing Damon. She looked into his majestic blue eyes and lost it. She pushed him unto the bed and climbed on top of him then began to kiss him. They entangled and mingled for a while and before Bonnie knew it clothes were being thrown across the room, more specifically her clothes.

Damon ran his lips along her throat and sighed deeply. He nibbled the skin there and Bonnie moaned. He flipped her over and began trailing kisses along her entire body. Bonnie squirmed under his touch, he made his way back to her mouth and started kissing her once again, and then the phone rang.

"Fuck!" Damon growled. He reached for the phone and saw the caller ID 'Elena', "Great."

"Who is it?" Bonnie asked disappointed. Damon showed her the phone and she sat up right away.

Damon hit the ignore button and as expected Elena started calling Bonnie's phone. They stared at each other for a while, then Bonnie spoke up.

"What are we doing Damon?"

"I don't know Bonnie."

Bonnie sighed, "I enjoyed kissing you, it did something to me, made me feel wanted for the first time in a long time."

Damon looked at her, "I like you Bonnie, and I'm not sure when I started seeing you as more than just a pain in my ass but I did."

Bonnie smiled, "I kind of like you too."

"No shit Sherlock," he nudged her, "No one kisses someone like you did if they didn't."

"What now?"

"I don't know."

"I'm not supposed to be feeling this way about you."

"I know."

They both looked frustrated. Damon turned turned and stared into her olive eyes.

"We have the rest of the week; we can explore and see where it goes, I guess," Bonnie suggested.

Damon stared at her, she looked so conflicted and he knew why. It was the elephant in the room.

"I mean, we could just be super horny because we've only been in each other's company for the past few days," she said.

Damon shook his head, he knew that wasn't the case at all, "Yeah, let's take each day at a time and if we still like each other by Saturday morning, we can deal with everything."

"And by everything you mean, dealing with Elena?"

"Most definitely."

Damon got up and turned off the lights. Bonnie looked at him smiling, she was breathtaking. He went over to the bed and jumped in. She kissed him and they continued where they had left off earlier.

This may not last but this is now so love the one you're with.