Saved by a Salvatore

Chapter 18

Present Day

That was so long ago. Before I saw Damon in a completely different light. It so good to be in the same room without all the glaring and testosterone. Damon’s even nicer to Zach, but I won’t get into that. As I’m dancing around to Miss Aguilera, the smell of Thanksgiving wafts into the room. Now that is a heavenly smell. The songs ends and next is a long funky Reggae version of Beep by The Pussycat Dolls, which has me moving like nobody’s business. Then, I notice my boys sauntering in and both sitting on the lounge I vacated to watch.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask when I get the chance.

“We’re bored.” They say

“You gotta stop doing that.” I say

“How is it possible that you can dance and talk?” Stefan asks amused

“Try dancing and singing at the same time for a stadium of people.” I laugh. They know that story now too.

“Turkey’s in the oven, so we came in here.” Damon smirks, “You’re remembering.” he observes

“Remembering what?” I’m confused

“The reason why you dance.” Stefan says as if reading Damon’s thoughts.

“How can you tell?” I ask

“You’re more comfortable in your movements.” Damon says

“They’re more precise.” Stefan finishes

“I don’t know about all that.” I say as the song changes to My Love by Justin Timberlake.

I walk over to put the song on loop.

Okay, let’s how comfortable I’ve gotten with my moves.

I haven’t exactly danced to a hip hop/pop beat in a long time, but I’m interested in their reactions. As I’m moving, my back away from the mirror, I notice Damon standing to my left.

“Studying me again?” I ask circling him

“Maybe” he says smiling.

“You don’t wanna dance to Justin.” I snort

“Maybe I do.” he smirks

“This isn’t your scene. Especially in those shoes.” I laugh circling him again

“I think she’s picked your card brother.” Stefan says from the lounge.

“It’s as if she doesn’t know me at all.” he says disbelieving.

“Damon, I’ve heard the music you listen to. This probably has you screaming inside.” I say still moving.

Grabbing me by the hips, he starts to move. Oddly his moves match the song.

“Teach me.” he looks down at me.

“You can’t be serious? You don’t have to do this for me. I’m fine dancing like this alone.” I say. Why is he still doing this?

“I want to do this because of what it represents.” he says stone faced.

“What are you talking about?” I say frowning. No this will ruin everything. Our happiness. I can’t hear those words.

“I’ll go check on the turkey.” Stefan says leaving the room. Smooth, Stefan smooth.

“Have you even listened to the words?” he says.

“Damon. Don’t” I say trying to push him away. Again. He’s trying to tell you something. Hear him out.

He stops moving and glares at me. He glares at me.

“You’re pushing me away again? When will you get it? You can’t say that you’re not meant to have love.”

“Damon. I-”

“No! You’re going to stand here and listen to everything I have to say. Without cutting me off.” he says still glaring at me. My Love still flowing through the room. Why is he making such a big deal out of this song? He hates anything like this? So why? This isn’t Damon. The Damon I’ve come to know detests this kind of music.

“Okay.” I say giving in and turn the music down with my remote.

“Good. You keep saying that you weren’t meant for love. My opinion is that it’s not your choice to make. That choice would go to the one who falls in love with you. Namely me. You’ve sold yourself so short, not even seeing that I’m crazy about you. For me to be willing to even listen to this for you should’ve been clue enough. What more do you need?” His glare changes to a gaze.

“You love me?” I ask tears pooling in my eyes

“Yes! More than anything! Kit, I love you. Do you understand?” he declares cupping my face, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t wanna hide from you. Telling you no would be me lying. I don’t wanna lie to you Damon.” I say fighting back tears.

“If that’s your way of saying you love me to, I’ll take it.” he says before we kiss.

We stand there for a long moment. I love him. I haven’t exactly said the words and I feel I’ve cheated him in some way. I’m glad he went with the confession than making me teach him to dance like me. Seriously, he would’ve looked pretty foolish. I’m a performer. He’s Damon. Why did he think I wouldn’t see through his hatred for Justin? It’s official. He loves me. I still don’t see how he could love me of all people. He could have any woman he wants, and he chooses me? Upon learning my name, he said I was uniquely beautiful. What does that even mean anyway? Why are you questioning all this now? He’s just said he loves you. Stop overanalyzing every single thing about him. Just then we both pull away all too quickly.

“The turkey!” we both shout as I pull Damon out of the room by his hand.