Falling → Stefan Salvatore [2]

Fifty Shades of Grayson

Chapter 31: Fifty Shades of Grayson

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Love. It's a scary thing, isn't it? One day your emotions are yours and you don't feel as if you are half another person, and the next you find yourself completely and utterly consumed by someone. You find that 85% of your emotions rely on every one of someone else's actions, which can be more than terrifying to say the least. Love isn't safe. And it isn't supposed to make you feel safe. The person you're with, however, is. Whoever it is that you choose to give your heart to is the one that is supposed to make you feel the safest; almost like your very own security system.

Amalia stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her body was draped in a towel with her wet hair falling down and reaching her mid-back. As she looked herself in the eyes, she saw the utter glee that filled them, taking her back to the events of the night before.

Another frame appeared in the mirror, bringing her to look into his forrest green eyes, her own soon trailing down to analyze the perfectly sculpted shape of his toned stomach. He walked closer to her, stopping once he was less than an inch away from her body. He leaned down to reach her cheek, gently planting a kiss on it as a way of saying good morning to her.

"I thought you snuck out on me." He whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine from the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.

"I think you've earned the stay-the-night pass." She turned herself around, leaning her back on the counter so she could look at him, rather than at his reflection. "Hi."

"Hi." He grinned down at her, showing her that he was truly happy to be there with her in that moment. "Sleep well?"

"Ugh. I don't know. There was this creep beside me all night." She let out a laugh, bringing her eyes down to the floor and staring down at her painted toes.

"Really?" He lifted her head up with only finger still on her chin, meeting her eyes before leaning in and placing his lips on top of hers, slowly moving them together in a steady pace.

"Mm." She hummed into his lips, unable to stop herself from smiling into the kiss. "Maybe he wasn't that creepy."

"Oh, Stefan!" Damon barged into the bedroom, interrupting them. Stefan looked down at Amalia and watched her eyes roll as he walked away from her and back into the bedroom. "Next time you wanna have a guest spend the night make sure she picks up her laundry." As soon as Amalia walked into the room, a smirk appeared on Damon's face before he flung the shirt in her direction. "I believe that belongs to you. Anyway, since you two seem so concerned, my week's been great. You know, with being held against my will, shot in the head, and not being able to find my girlfriend. How was your evening? Anything out of the ordinary happen?"