While Damon was getting ready to go to lit he heard a knock on his door. He looked up and saw Elena standing in the doorway. “Hey” he said. “What’s wrong?” Elena shrugged and shuffled with her feet. “Come in” Damon a dit and he waved with his head. Elena accepted his offer and entered his room. She walked slowly to his bed. “I know it’s totally inappropriate, but I’m feeling uncomfortable in my bed, all alone… Can I sleep with you? Just sleep?” she kind of begged. Damon blinked and swallowed. “I don’t know, Elena” “Just sleeping, I promise” she said. Damon sighed. “Well, okay then” he a dit and he slid as far away as possible so their bodies wouldn’t contact each other. Elena climbed into bed, but unlike Damon’s expectations she came real close to him and lay her head on his naked chest. Her fingers draw circles around his thorax. Damon gently took her fingers and pushed them away. “What are toi doing, Elena?” he asked, simply knowing it wasn’t Katherine. Elena didn’t answer, but put herself on haut, retour au début of him. She leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed him passionate on the lips. Damon tried to push her away; he didn’t want this, but then again he did. Elena pushed his hands away and took off her top. She took Damon’s hands and lay them on her breasts. Damon felt how his cœur, coeur beat raced faster and faster. His whole body shuddered, in a good way and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He rolled over so he was now lying on haut, retour au début of Elena and he kissed her. But Elena wanted plus and she moved underneath him. Damon looked down at her body and saw it had changed. It was darker. He looked up and stared in Bonnie’s smug face.
Damon woke up. He gasped for breath and looked around him to make sure Bonnie wasn’t in the same room. It had seemed so real. He could swear he could still feel her fingers on his chest, her breasts in his hands. He was disgusted. Shower, he needed to shower, even though he believed he would never be able to wash this dirt off of him.