Damon Salvatore.

10.

⚠️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⚠️

The next few days after our last encounter with Damon were a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, hurt, longing—but there was also an undeniable pull that I couldn't resist. Despite his cold demeanor, something inside me believed there was more to Damon than what he let on. The connection we shared was too intense, too real to be dismissed as a fleeting moment of passion.

So when Friday rolled around and Damon texted me, asking if I wanted to spend the weekend at his place, my heart skipped a beat. It was a simple message, no trace of the coldness from before, just an invitation that seemed to offer something more—something that might bridge the gap between us.

I found myself packing a small overnight bag, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. I couldn't help but wonder what this weekend would mean, what it might reveal about Damon and his true feelings. But more than anything, I felt a deep yearning to be close to him again, to unravel the mystery that was Damon Salvatore.

When I arrived at his place, Damon was already waiting for me at the door. He greeted me with a slight smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was a start. I returned the smile, my nerves settling just a bit as I stepped inside.

The familiarity of his apartment was both comforting and unsettling. I had spent so much time here recently, yet it always felt like there were layers of Damon I had yet to uncover. He led me to the living room, where the soft glow of candlelight cast warm shadows on the walls. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, a stark contrast to the intensity of our previous encounters.

"I thought we could order in tonight," Damon said, his voice casual as he handed me a menu from a nearby restaurant. "Anything you like."

I nodded, taking the menu and scanning the options, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to read the expression on his face. He seemed more at ease, more open, and it gave me hope that maybe this weekend would be different.

We settled on pizza, something simple, and as we waited for it to arrive, we sat together on the couch. Damon poured us both a glass of wine, and for a while, we just talked—about nothing in particular, just casual conversation that felt surprisingly normal.

It was a side of Damon I hadn't seen before, one that was almost... ordinary. It was strange, but also comforting, to see him like this—to see that there was more to him than the dark, brooding persona he often projected. And as the evening wore on, I found myself relaxing in his company, the tension between us easing with every shared laugh, every stolen glance.

After dinner, we moved to the bedroom, where things began to take on a familiar rhythm. But this time, there was something different in the way Damon touched me, something gentler, more deliberate. He took his time, exploring every inch of my body with a tenderness that took my breath away.

When we finally made love, it was slow and sensual, every movement filled with a sense of purpose that made me feel cherished, wanted. It wasn't just about the physical connection this time—it was about something deeper, something that neither of us dared to put into words.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets, Damon surprised me by pulling me close, his arm draped possessively over my waist. He didn't say anything, but the gesture spoke volumes, and I couldn't help but smile to myself as I snuggled into his warmth.

"Stay," he murmured against my hair, his voice soft but firm. "The whole weekend."

It wasn't a question, but a statement—a decision that had already been made. And I found that I didn't want to argue, didn't want to leave. There was something comforting about the idea of spending the entire weekend with Damon, of exploring whatever this was between us.

"I'd like that," I whispered back, my heart fluttering at the thought of being with him, of seeing where this would lead.

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of quiet moments and intense passion. We spent our days lounging around his apartment, cooking breakfast together, watching old movies, and simply enjoying each other's company. It was a side of Damon I hadn't expected, a domesticity that felt strangely right, even though I knew it was still laced with the underlying tension of our unconventional relationship.

At night, we would make love again, the connection between us deepening with every touch, every whispered word. And each morning, I would wake up in his arms, feeling a sense of belonging that I hadn't realized I craved.

By Sunday evening, I didn't want to leave. The thought of going back to my dorm, of returning to the routine of classes and the real world, felt almost unbearable. But Damon seemed to sense my hesitation, and as I started to gather my things, he stopped me with a simple question.

"Why don't you spend every weekend here?" he asked, his tone casual, but the intensity in his eyes betraying the importance of the question.

I looked up at him, surprised by the offer, but also deeply touched. It was an invitation into his world, a chance to make this—whatever it was—something more consistent, more real. And despite the uncertainty that still lingered between us, I found that I wanted nothing more.

"I'd love to," I replied, my voice soft but full of sincerity.

Damon nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Good."

And just like that, it was decided. I would spend every weekend at Damon's place, sharing in the strange, intoxicating mix of tenderness and intensity that defined our relationship. It was unconventional, maybe even a little reckless, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

As I settled back into his arms that night, I felt a sense of contentment that I hadn't felt in a long time. Whatever this was between us, I knew it was something worth holding on to, something worth exploring, even if it meant navigating the complexities and challenges that came with it.

Because with Damon, everything felt like an adventure, and I was more than willing to see where it would take us.

Guys i am gonna make another book soon but my last book got deleted sadly so i love yall💚