Chapter 5

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"Damon?"

"The one and only," his trademark smirk spread across his face.

"When … when did you get here?" Great, now I was stuttering. Realising that I was wearing nothing but my small shorts and tank, I quickly pulled the towel from my hair and attempted to casually hold it across my front hoping that he would not notice.

The shift in his gaze indicated that he did notice. "A week ago."

"Sorry, what?" his answer had startled me as I was clearly not paying any attention to what he was saying. My gaze had been caught by the well fitted black shirt that was unbuttoned one to many to reveal his hard, muscular chest. As usual Damon was dressed all in black. I was glad to see that Caroline hadn't got to him … yet.

"I arrived a week ago. Are you finding something distracting?" he folded his arms across his chest, that chest, and leant against the door frame.

"No, no." I attempted to shake my head to wake myself up. "I'm just tired, it's been a long day and I didn't get much sleep last night."

His eyes bore deeply into mine, "Neither did I."

We stood for who knows how long just looking at each other. "Well I'm going to go to bed." I said trying to change the subject, gesturing to into my room.

"Is that an invitation?"

"Not having an invitation never stopped you before."

His grin spread further, "Touche. Well good night 'Lena, and if you get scared in a house full of vampires then you know where to find me." He gave me a sly wink and then disappeared into the room opposite mine, closing the door behind him.

Great! Just freaking fantastic! I closed my door and sank down onto the fluffy bed. Not only had Caroline not told me that Damon arrived a week ago! But now he was staying across the hall from me! Not even three steps away. How would I survive the next few weeks?

…..

"Care! How could you not have told me?"

"I'm sorry! But you'll hardly even notice that he is here. He wakes up late and is out 'til late. You'll barely see him."

"Barely isn't enough." I muttered under my breath.

"It will be fine. And I would ask him to move rooms but we'll be full up soon and besides it is his room and he always stays there so he wouldn't move anyway." She looked at me pleadingly.

"Okay, fine." How would I survive the next two weeks? It's only two weeks Elena. Just two weeks and you'll hardly see him.

I finished eating my croissant as Caroline rattled on about her wedding dress which we were going to go and see today.

"I'm just so excited! It is so beautiful 'Lena, you'll love it."

"I'm sure I will. I'm just going to go and have a shower." I stood up and went to load my plate into the dishwasher.

As I was leaving the kitchen I heard Care call after me, "We leave at eleven! Don't be late. And if you do happen to bump into Damon, tell him the groomsmen have a fitting at three." I didn't bother to retort that I would be doing everything but bumping into Damon.

Stepping under the sprays of the shower was heaven. I had just finished washing my hair when I heard a voice call from my bedroom, "I hope you aren't enjoying yourself too much in there. You know that I can hear everything due to my vamp senses."

Damon. I was debating whether to answer him or not. Maybe I could just play dead.

"Ignoring me won't do you any favours either. I'm not in a hurry." I had to resist the urge to band my head against the shower door. Switching off the shower head I tried to cover myself up with the large fluffy white towel, protecting my modesty. Damn, I had left my clothes lying across the armchair in the bedroom. Luckily I still had my robe hung on the back of the bathroom door.

"Missing something?" I could practically hear him smirking.

"No." I grumbled fastening my lilac robe around my waist as I strolled into the bedroom, trying to act as nonchalant as I could.

Damon was laying spread out across the fluffy bed, his head resting on his folded arms. His eyes followed me across the room as I reached the chair and gathered up my clothes, quickly escaping back to the safety of the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind me. "You really are no fun Elena."

I heard the bed creak as I was zipping up my wine coloured jeans. Before I could slip my shirt over my head I heard the doorknob turn and the bathroom door open, "Damon!" I screeched as I shoved myself up against the door as my arms were trapped in the shirt. Damon could have easily pushed his way in, what was I compared to the strength of a vampire, but he backed off.

"Fine, have it you way. See you for dinner tonight."

"Wait."

"You change your mind?" I heard a low chuckle.

"No." I rolled my eyes, "Caroline wanted me to tell you that you have a fitting at three."

"Elena, I'm a man. We don't do fittings."

"Well you do if you live in Caroline's world."

"Uh." I could hear Damon groan and bang his head against the bedroom door.

Now fully dressed having adorned my white linen and lace top I emerged from my hiding place. Damon was leaning with his head against the white door, "Damon. Just do it for Caroline."

"Agh." Another grunt echoed off the door.

"For Stefan then?"

"Mmm." Yet another one.

"Okay, well I have to go. We are going to see Caroline's dress."

"Fine."

"Um, Damon?"

"Yea?"

"I need to get out the door."

"Sorry." He pushed himself off of the door, gave me a wink and left the room disappearing into his den. Watching him from behind I noticed that he was still dressed in his pyjamas, a pair of black slacks and a form fitting black vest, and boy did he look good from behind. Ah, stop it Elena. Get a grip.

"Elena! It's already five past!" I heard Caroline shout from below.

"I'm ready!" I shouted back, grabbed my black jacket and skipped down the stairs.