ELENA'S POV
I awoke to a chaste kiss on my shoulder. Then my neck, then right below my ear.
I let out a muffled groan and turned over to face Stefan. "Hi," I said stupidly.
"Hi," he said back, a smile lighting his pretty face.
Pretty? I asked myself.
I honestly couldn't even process what had just occurred. It all happened in a confused blur: Stefan coming over last night, admitting that he couldn't sleep - because he was thinking of me. Him telling me that he was sorry, and that all my scars were beautiful. Him then eating-
Let's stop there.
He lifted a hand and brushed away a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "What are you thinking about?" He mumbled.
"You."
His grin only grew wider.
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked, still not entirely comfortable with the fact that we were acting like we were in love.
"Perfectly. Lots of dreams,"
"Of?" I prompted.
"You should know by now that all my dreams are of you, love."
My heart did a little flip. "Yeah?"
"Always."
This felt too intimate.
"Do we have to be in for filming today?" I said in attempt to change the subject.
He frowned a little when he noticed my intentions. "Uhh, yeah. Not until the afternoon though."
I turned in the bed so that I was laying on my back and my eyes were facing the ceiling.
"Good."
"Do you want to do something fun before
we have to go film?"
I turned to him, a small smile on my face. "Sure. What do you have in mind?"
He shrugged. "Maybe some beach shopping, or we could just go out to eat some lunch. I know a good place."
I nodded. "That sounds good. What time is it?"
I watched as he turned towards the clock on his nightstand, his eyes widening. "10:59 am. Already?"
I stretched my arms and yawned. "What, so you wake up at 6am every morning to go run?" I rolled my eyes.
Then, Stefan was suddenly on top of me.
"Remember what I said about those pretty eyes, love?"
Swallowing, I continued to stare at him. "Yeah," I breathed.
He kissed my lips, and my head spun. "How about you go get ready, and we can drop by my house so I can change, and then we can go out for brunch?"
"Sounds good," I muttered, unable to function at this level of proximity.
He smiled against my lips, then pressed his to mine once more, as if he needed another taste. Then he rolled off of me, allowing me to go change.
I slid out of bed, naked. I quickly grabbed the thing that was on the floor and my shirt, slipping them on and then going into my closet.
I picked out a casual outfit - gray sweatpants and a tight sage-green top. It was cropped, but it went low enough below my scars so that they wouldn't show. I tied my hair up in a loose ponytail behind me and left a few strands hanging out. I slid on my converse and grabbed a purse, then headed to my bathroom to put my makeup on.
After dabbing on some mascara and such, I stepped out. "Ready?"
Stefan looked me up and down from the place he was sitting on the bed. "You look gorgeous."
