𝓦𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯 𝒫𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰

you’re doing.” he leans in just enough to prove it, then stops short, enjoying the wait far more than the payoff.

damon smirked. “she stole my shirt,” he said softly. “just took it—like it was hers.” his eyes flicked to elena. “and now she’s waiting for me to notice? yeah… i noticed.”

him. was her. “id love to continue this little. . 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 but — im afraid there are prying eyes, and ears around.”

and there it was. every nerve in his body felt as if it was on fire, his own lips pressing back against hers in an urgent fashion. he pulled away from her lips, delicately kissing along the exposed skin of her neck. “i love you. . ” was all he murmured.

his stance softened, eyes locking upon hers. “prove it.” he said, tone soft, hand moving to gently grab her arm, thumb gliding along her delicate skin. “come closer and prove 𝒊𝒕.”

. . come say that to my face .

i felt it the very moment i realized how happy i was to hear you, to see you, how much i cared about you. the spark ignited inside me.

he’s just. . . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“do you understand how physically sick at just the thought of you being hurt?”