Chapter 19: Time Together (with Damon) pt. 2

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short a/n at the end of this chapter!!

Damon carefully places the pasta in the water and brushes his hands on the side of his jeans. "What do you wanna do while we wait?" I look over at the cabinet and ask, "How about checkers?" He nods and I say the Latin words to open the cabinet and the game floats to the counter. Damon slides onto the stool across from mine and I open the box, setting up the pieces on the board. "Do you want to be red or black?" "Red." He responds, looking down as we both sort our pieces.

After we set up, I make the first move and take my furthest right piece in the first row to the corner. "What is it about board games that you like so much?" Damon asks, moving one of his pieces. "It's a defined set of rules. You play the same way as your partner. There's a distinct winner and loser." "I see you're not a fan of grey areas." I chuckle and move another one of my pieces. "I wouldn't say I'm not a fan because I feel like life is one big grey area. In board games, or rather things that I can control, I don't want any grey areas because that leaves room for error."

Damon nods and looks up at me. I tuck a loose curl that I had behind my ear back into my bun and let my hand fall back to the leg that I have folded under me. "Speaking in alignment with your grey area theory, me feeding on you would be a grey area." I raise an eyebrow and watch as Damon double-jumps two of my pieces and is one row from being king. "Damn it." I mutter, moving another one of my pieces. "It's not a grey area because both of us are in control. We're under the spoken agreement that you don't feed on anyone but me." 

He nods and presses his knuckle to his lip as he stares at the board. I glance up at the oven timer about to tick to zero, alerting us that the pasta is done. I slip from the chair and grab the strainer, sitting it in the sink. I take off the lid and grab the pot handles. I move the pot from the open flame over the strainer, letting the pasta pour out. I place the pot back on the stove quickly, turning down the heat and pouring the already-opened cans of sauce in.

I use a silicone spatula to move the sauce around and Damon is soon next to me, adding in the garlic and some spices. "Can you pass me the-" "Olive oil." He finishes, handing me the glass container. He's smirking down at me and it takes all of my willpower not to roll my eyes as I drizzle some onto it. I wipe the top of it with my finger and wipe it onto a paper towel, placing the spatula on top of it. Damon picks up the pasta-filled strainer from the sink and puts the pasta back in the pot.

He grabs the spatula and mixes the pasta and sauce together before putting the lid back onto the pot. Both of us slip back into our seats and Damon comments, "Did you feel like you lost control after I left?" as he moves one of his pieces. I press my lips together and tent one of my knees, resting my chin on it as I slide another piece. I shrug before answering, "I don't know. I would say yes because I got to the point where I felt like living would be pointless. But there's also the part of me that felt it was in my control to keep talking to everyone around me even when you were still there."

Damon nods and his piece hits the last row on my side of the board. "King me." I chuckle before placing one of my pieces on top of his. "You're lucky I'm not trying really hard right now." I comment, staring back at the board. He laughs and drags his finger to one of his pieces, starting the inching process across the board over again. "I wish there was some way to get you your memories back." I open my eyes and he continues, "Without making you a vampire." I roll my eyes and reply, "That wasn't what I was going to say. It wouldn't be possible to be a vampire and a witch so I'd have to choose."

Damon nods and answers, "Exactly. I don't want to get between you and another life altering decision. Transformation for you would be a last resort. Magic and common knowledge first. Then, and only after we've tried everything, would I even consider changing you myself." I frown, moving one of my pieces, and reply, "Oh how romantic. In order to save my life you're gonna kill me."  Damon rolls his eyes and moves his next piece. "You know there's more to it than that." I sigh and glance over at the stove. 

"Food should be ready now." I mumble before getting up. He nods and follows, opening cabinets to grab our plates. I turn off the stove and take the spatula before putting it back down and grabbing the pasta spoon. Damon wraps one hand around my waist as he holds the plate out and I laugh as I feel his lips brush against my neck. After both plates have pasta on them, Damon puts them down on the island. I turn to the bread cabinet and say, "Damn, guess we can't have garlic bread."

Damon side eyes me and I laugh. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." "You better be. That's the best part of eating pasta." I smile as I open the bread cabinet and take out a baguette. It's already halved so I take the bread knife and cut it through the middle before slicing two pieces for Damon and I. "I'm surprised you haven't cut yourself with that thing yet." I turn in alarm and Damon grimaces. "That wasn't what I meant. Too soon for dark humor. I meant accidentally slicing your finger or something." I nod and mouth 'oh' and Damon visibly sighs, letting his shoulders sag.

I pour olive oil over the bread before sprinkling some garlic powder and Italian seasoning over it. "Are you ready for garlic bread toasted to perfection by yours truly?" Damon smiles and sits on the island stool. "Go for it." I focus on the bread on the cutting board, willing a small fire to light. Once I get it, I stare for a few moments before blinking and extinguishing the flames. I turn wit the cutting board in my hand and present them to Damon. 

"Ta-da!" He laughs and shakes his head. "Sit down, you witch." I smile and slide onto my chair. "Yes, my vampire lord. As you wish." Damon looks over at me and smiles before picking up his fork. I pick mine up and we clink them. "Cheers!" I say after the fact. "Cheers." He responds. Before he can say anything, I start eating and act like I don't see him smiling at me out the corner of my eye.

a/n:

y'all i'm kinda in love with this chapter-

the ending is a lot cuter than i thought it would be but i still got it done. this one is a little over 1200 words and i feel a little better putting this one out. now that i've updated this one twice, i might not update this book again until next week.

i still have to update compassion and just friends so look out for those later this week! thank you for the reads and stay safe. <3

kj

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