Saved by a Salvatore

Chapter 15

We arrive back at the house in complete silence. Both us in our own thoughts. Getting out of the car and moving around to open my door, he still says nothing.

When we’re at the door he gazes at me as he opens it. Stepping aside to let me through, my jaw drops for the third time since I left my room. There are candles everywhere. Never have I seen anything so beautiful in my life.

“You did this for me?“ I ask looking back at him as he closes the door.

“I wanted you to know I was serious about you.” he says pacing towards me

“This is what you had to take care of?” I breathe

“Didn’t you notice my favorite suit? I don’t wear it for just anybody.” he smirks

“I noticed it. “ I say with a smirk of my own as I turn to gaze at the room.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?” he asks

“It’s not that. You’ve done all this. That’s a lot of candles.” I say laughing

“You’re using the candles as a distraction?” he forces out

“No, I’m. It’s jus-”

“Stop resisting! Stop denying that you feel something, anything.” he forces again

“Damon that’s not what I’m doing.” I whisper

“You’re lying! Every time I’ve gotten you to trust me even a little, you got defensive. Every time you’ve let me in, you pushed me away. I’m here. I’m standing here telling you that I care about you, and you still can’t except that. I’ve done things for you that I’d never do for anybody else. Yet, it’s still not enough to make you believe me. What am I supposed to do Kit?” he asks taking my hands, “What do you want from me? Tell me. What can I do that I haven’t done?”, he searches my eyes and when I don’t answer, “You know what? Forget this. When you figure out what you want, come find me.” he says releasing my hands and walking away.

Why am I letting him walk away? Because you’re an idiot who can’t admit when you genuinely like someone. I hate that my subconscious picks these moments to taunt me. He just doesn’t understand that it’s not him I don’t trust, it’s me. I can’t trust myself. How many times has he told you that he won’t let you lose control? Stop being a little girl and go to him before you lose him! Before I know it I’m moving towards him with a determination I’ve never experienced.

“Damon wait!” I call out.

“I’m going to bed.” he says, “I’ve had enough torture for one night, thank yo-” he stops short as I turn him around and kiss him.

As he wraps his arms around me, his hand finds the nape of my neck. He gently pulls my head back to deepen the kiss. Moments go by and I’m lost. I’m lost in this kiss, this moment. I’m lost in Damon. He breaks the kiss only to shrug off his jacket and scoop me up in his arms. He kisses me again while turning and taking me with him upstairs.

As we’re move from step to step, I remove his tie and unbutton the top two closures of his shirt. He kicks off his shoes. I kick off mine. He’s careful not to kick the candles. When we reach what I believe to be his room, he breaks the kiss again. Opening the door with me still in his arms, he takes me into the room and I gasp. More candles, everywhere. I instantly fall in love with this room. Stopping by the bed, he sets me on my feet. He kisses me all too briefly before searches me eyes, “No turning back? No regrets?” he asks.

“No regrets. No turning back.” I answer as I finish the job I was doing on his shirt and let it drop to the floor at his feet. He steps closer to me and releases my hair from my clip and gasps as my hair falls in curls over my shoulders. He wraps his arms around me once more.

As the kiss deepens again I feel his hand on my back as he slides the zipper of my dress down my back. When my dress falls to the floor and he’s pleased with himself, he lifts me onto the bed and crawls up my body until we’re face to face.