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Abbie
3 weeks later

We're two days out from Avery and Rafe's wedding and I swear I've never been more stressed in my life. As her Maid of honor, I took it upon myself to oversee the entire thing. Avery and I have talked at length about what she wants and let's be honest, 500 years together, you get a pretty good sense of someone.

So while I've been going running around the entire island, I've made sure the only problem Avery faces is her nail color and which set of lingerie she'll wear on her wedding day. That is her main concern today. I've reserved a boutique on the mainland for her, Sarah, Kie and Hayley to try on whatever they want and to help Avery make a decision. They'll have champagne and finger foods, so I'm not expecting them back until tonight.

Which is perfect because it gives me time to get both our houses ready for guests. If I thought hearing about Avery's seating charts was hard, I really ate my words when making room arrangements. The sad thing is, it wasn't even the extensive list of people from Beacon Hills, where half of them weren't even invited but came along as a plus one, that was even the problem. It was finding semi-safe arrangements for the family.

For example, Avery and I both have six available rooms in our house. I actually have a total of ten, but taking out mine and Derek's room, the girls room and the boys room, were down to six.

So with the same number of rooms, it didn't matter which group went where. I put the Beacon Hills people with Avery, knowing they wouldn't stress her out. So the family is staying here and that's when I nearly pulled out my hair because half of them don't get along and they're related by blood.

But it's not just the family here either, no. People from Mystic Falls are also staying here, which involves another set of grudges and bad blood. By the time I finally found a solution, I was ready to pack a bag and skip the wedding all together.

I've already gotten Avery's house ready and I'm almost finished up with cleaning here. I still need to stock the cabinets and finish folding the laundry, but it should be done soon enough.

"You look like you could use a hand and a strong drink." Damon's arms wrap around me from behind, holding the glass of bourbon to my lips. "Drink."

Even though I want to argue and keep my head clear today, I do as I'm told, sipping the drink until the contents are burning their way down to my stomach and all that's left is ice.

Humming his approval, Damon sets the glass on the counter, pressing himself into me. "Why didn't you come get me to help you?" His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of my neck, his hot breath fanning against my cheek, as his fingers flex on my hips.

"Because I needed a quiet place to think. You're just distracting me." I'm still not sure what the hell is going on between Damon and I, but Derek is acting as if it's completely normal. We sleep in the same bed. We still have sex and he tells me he loves me.

He's even walked in on Damon and I when he corners me, and doesn't say a thing. He just gets what he came in there for and leaves. No yelling or arguing. No obvious jealousy. Just calm and casual.

It's driving me bloody insane.

"Then just give me a list and I'll stay quiet." He peppers kisses across my jaw, as one of his hands comes up to turn my head, his lips sealing over mine.

I don't know why I do it or why my brain suddenly forgets we're not supposed to enjoy doing this, much less want it. But I do. I so desperately do, my body turns into his, my hands planted against his chest, pulling him in closer.

It's wrong. It's so wrong, that if anyone found out, I'd be disowned. But I can't stop kissing him. I can't ignore how soft his lips are against mine or how my body craves more from him. It's like he sets fire to me, but instead of burning to ash, I just burn hotter for him.