A/N so...this fic is looking pretty fluff. Right now, but I have a pretty drastic turn of events planned for future chapters. Leave a review about wether I should keep it fluffy or not! Thanks...enjoy(:

I woke up in Damon's bed, recognizing where I was instantly but having no idea how I had gotten there. All I could remember was him comforting me in the car; I must have fallen asleep I concluded. I looked down, noticing that I was only wearing my shirt, my pants had been removed, typical Damon. I wondered where he had put my bags; I glanced around the room, but didn't spot them. "Morning princess." A voice spoke from beside me on the bed, and I froze; I hadn't even noticed him in the bed with me. He chuckled lightly before turning me to face him, "you okay?"

I jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom without a word, and immediately turned on an ice cold shower. I got in, letting the cool water run down my body and clear my head. I had to put a stop to this, me and Damon had a face, and he obviously had feelings for me, but I had a boyfriend. There was no denying that I had once loved Damon, I had thought he was the one, but things had changed, it was to late.

I looked around the shower, it was as if nothing had changed, Damon's shampoo and conditioner were still on the right side, and there was another bunch of bottles on the left, I glanced over at them confused, before picking up one of the pink bottles. It was pomegranate scented shampoo, the same kind I had used my whole life. I smiled to myself, he had remember, how had he remembered?

I stood in the shower for more than an hour before a knock came from the door. "Elena, I have your clothes, are you okay?" I gasped, I had completely forgotten about my clothes. "Can you like slide them under the door or something?" I asked, knowing how ridiculous the question was, but I had to try. I could practically see him outside the door rolling his eyes, with his typical smirk in place. "It's not like you don't have a towel." He said, as if he was speaking to a child. I hesitated, remembering that I had also forgotten my towel, "shit!" I said, Louder than I had intended, and I heard him burst into laughter. "Damon stop! It's not funny!" I whined, seriously unhappy about the situation. "Are you kidding me? It's hilarious!" He replied through the door. "Can you just leave the room long enough for me to get my clothes and a towel?" He snorted, and I could tell that he wasn't going to cooperate. "Elena, you aren't supposed to kick people out of their own rooms!" He snapped back sarcastically. "I'm not coming out till you leave the room!" I said defiantly, determined to not suffer the embarrassment of walking around naked in front of Damon. "And I'm Not leaving until you come out and get your clothes." He stated, and I gave a sigh of defeat. Maybe if I could just reach my arm around the door I could get them.

I opened the door slowly, teaching out my hand, "give them to me!" I demanded, my cheeks burning red in embarrassment. He checked, grabbing my hand and pulling me out from behind the door. I shrieked, "DAMON!" He laughed, pointing to his eyes, "they're closed Elena, chill." I sighed in relief before rushing back into the bathroom to change. "You really think I would force you to walk around naked I front of me?" He called after me as I closed the bathroom door. "I prefer it to be a mutual decision." He continued sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and pretending to choke. "I think I'm gonna be sick" I giggled, punching him in the arm, "that's for being an ass hole." I said before turning to unpack my stuff. "So where is m-" he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me towards him before placing a single kiss on my lips; When he pulled away I felt an immediate emptiness. "That's for being so beautiful." He whispered before releasing me and walking back towards the bed.

I stood gaping at him, reliving the kiss. It wasn't right, it was really really really wrong, I knew it was a bad idea, but I hadn't wanted it to end. I should have been the one to pull away, not him. I had to be strong, I had to get through the wedding, and then I could go back to my easy life with Elijah in Florida.

"Don't." He said, breaking me out of my thoughts. My head snapped up, and I saw that he was staring intently at me. "Don't what?" I asked, genuinely confused. "Don't stand there and try to pretend that you just got caught up in the moment, that you love Elijah, that you don't have feelings for me, because it's a lie Elena." I stood staring at him in shock as he continued. "What we have is real, it has always been real, and if I could go back and change everything that happened with me and Katherine I would, I love you Elena, I have always loved you." He was standing less than 2 inches away for me now, and I could feel his breath on my face as he stroked my cheek, silently begging me to give in, but I couldn't. "Damon..." I started, and I could see the torment in his eyes, "I loved you with everything I had, I wanted us to be together, but when my parents died." I hesitated, deciding what to say next, "I couldn't stay here, I couldn't stay with you." He looked at me, obviously not convinced by my answer. "You could talk to Caroline, to Stefan, he'll Elena you even kept in touch with Tyler Lockwood, but you couldn't see me?" I could hear the judgment in his voice, and it stung. "You embodied everything about Mystic Falls for me Damon, I couldn't look at you and not see my parents, I couldn't talk to you and not be reminded of Jer, you were my everything." I confessed, feeling a heavy weight lifted off of my shoulders. We stood, locked in an intense stare, for what seemed like hours before he spoke. "We can make this work Elena, let me try to make this work." I sighed, "Damon, things have changed, I moved on, I have Elijah now." He grimaced at the mention of his name, "do you love him?" He asked, with all the sincerity in the world. I couldn't look at him, I knew that I didn't truly love Elijah, but I couldn't tell Damon that, I wasn't even ready to admit it to myself. "It doesn't matter Damon, things with us will never work." His eyes lit up as he noticed my evasion of the question. "Tell me you love him and I will let it go, I won't mention it again, promise." I was in shock, should I Lie? Should I tell him the truth? "I do." I blurted out without thinking about what I was saying, and immediately regretted it. The pain in his face was replaced with pure anger; He turned and walked out without another word, leaving me to my thoughts, once again.

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