Damon Salvatore.

3.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

It was a chilly evening, the kind where the air had just enough bite to make you pull your jacket a little tighter around you. I had been studying late in the library again, losing track of time as I got lost in my notes. When I finally packed up and left, the campus was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by the serene calm of the night.

As I walked back to my dorm, I spotted Damon leaning against a lamppost, his silhouette cast in shadows. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, as it always did. There was something about the way he stood there, so relaxed and confident, that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

"Hey, Mya," he called out as I approached, his voice smooth and teasing as ever.

"Hey," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though the familiar butterflies were already fluttering in my stomach.

"Studying late again? You're going to turn into a book at this rate," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "And you're going to turn into a shadow if you keep lurking around like this."

He chuckled, that deep, rich sound that always seemed to resonate in my chest. "Maybe I like the shadows."

There was a pause, a moment where neither of us spoke, and the silence between us seemed to stretch. I didn't know what compelled me, maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to catch the light just right, or maybe it was the way my heart raced whenever he was near, but before I could think twice, I found myself stepping closer to him.

"Damon," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... ask you something?"

He tilted his head, a curious glint in his eyes. "Go ahead, Mya. What's on your mind?"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't know where the courage came from, but the next thing I knew, I was leaning in, closing the distance between us. And then, before I could second-guess myself, I kissed him.

It was a soft, tentative kiss, the kind that was full of uncertainty and hope. For a split second, I felt Damon freeze, and a wave of panic crashed over me. What had I done?

Suddenly, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled back, my face burning with embarrassment. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I blurted out, my voice shaking. "I don't know what I was thinking, I—"

But before I could finish, I turned and bolted. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, my heart pounding, not just from the exertion but from the sheer mortification of what had just happened. What on earth had possessed me to kiss Damon Salvatore, of all people?

I barely made it to my dorm room before I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in my hands. I could still feel the lingering sensation of his lips on mine, but all I could focus on was how utterly stupid I felt. He was probably laughing at me right now, making jokes about how the shy little first-year had just thrown herself at him.

And I wasn't wrong.

The next day, I did everything I could to avoid Damon. I stuck to the library, avoided the usual places where we might cross paths, and even skipped lunch in the dining hall, just in case. But by late afternoon, I knew I couldn't hide forever.

I was making my way across the quad when I heard that familiar voice behind me.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mya Carter. Our very own runaway kissing bandit."

I froze, my cheeks flaming as I turned around to find Damon standing there, a smug grin on his face. He sauntered over, hands in his pockets, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Don't worry," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "Your secret's safe with me. I won't tell anyone about your little... outburst last night."

"Damon, I'm really sorry about that," I started, my voice small. "It was stupid, and I—"

"Stupid?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I wouldn't say that. Unexpected, maybe. Entertaining, definitely."

I groaned inwardly. This was exactly what I'd feared—him turning the whole thing into a joke. But what else could I expect? Damon Salvatore wasn't the type to take things seriously, especially not something like this.

"So, what's the plan now?" he continued, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You gonna make a habit of kissing random guys and then running away?"

"Stop it, Damon," I muttered, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. But you know, if you wanted another kiss, you could've just asked. No need to run off like that."

I looked up at him, my face still burning, and was surprised to see something in his eyes—a flicker of something softer, more genuine, beneath the teasing. Was it possible that he wasn't just making fun of me? That maybe, just maybe, he'd liked it too?

But before I could dwell on it, he flashed that signature smirk of his and gave me a wink. "Catch you later, Mya."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, confused and still reeling from everything that had happened. I wasn't sure what to make of Damon's reaction, or of my own feelings, but one thing was certain—things between us had definitely changed.

As I watched him disappear into the distance, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Because despite his teasing and his jokes, there was something about Damon that drew me in, something that made me want to know more, to see past the mask he wore so well.

And maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way too.