Before You Were Mine

Chapter Eleven

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Before You Were Mine- Chapter Eleven

-Elena-

"Elena, wait. Hold on!" I hear him shout after me. His footsteps become closer and I swear that I scan the room for a place to hide.

"Will you stop walking for a minute and talk to me!" He exclaims, extending out his hand as it brushes against my wrist and I feel myself spin around, hitting against a door. I watch as his eyes lift so that his green gaze isn't staring at me. Instead, his vision is deadlocked on the door that I'm pushed up against. Just inches away from him. "Let's go in here and talk, privately." He suggests, watching as I look up to see that it's labeled supply closet.

I take a step back, watching him push open the door as he pulls me inside, turning the light on above our heads. The space is small, we're just inches apart from each other and if he were to move just a little bit closer. Stefan and I would be standing chest to chest.

"I'm sorry about Matt. He has no boundaries and no filter sometimes. Whatever he said to you, I'm pretty sure he's lying." He explains, lifting up his hand and gently brushing a few strands of my hair from my cheek. He smiles as I inhale sharply, staring right at him.

"Stefan, you were in a relationship for 3 years with her. Those feelings just don't go away over night. You two were going to be engaged." I point out, feeling the back of my arm brush up against one of their uniforms that's hanging on a hanger behind me.

"I know. But, I don't feel anything for her anymore. Her and I weren't good for each other and I checked out of the relationship a year ago. She's the one that still wants me back. But, I've made it very clear that I don't want her anymore. Makayla and I are done. I swear to you, that her and I are over." He tells me, hovering his hand over my cheek, pursing his lips together.

"How am I supposed to believe you?" I hear myself question him. His back is turned to me, his shoulder tense up as he coughs out a breath. "Because, I'd never lie to you or to myself. I know what I want, Elena. And, it's not her." Stefan states, turning back around to face me. He steps in front of me, smiling as I struggle for words. My mouth opens, words fail me though as he cups my face into his palms and leans forward. My eyes close to his touch as his thumbs stroke each of my cheeks and I feel his breath tickle my face.

The kiss is sweet, his lips are moist and warm as he kisses me, gently. Stefan arms wrap around me back, pulling me forward and I can hear him grunt out a noise that makes me laugh a little when my arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. I can't breathe, it's like we're breathing the same air as he holds me in his arms and my mouth places more pressure against his, deepening the kiss. Our bodies stumble backward, knocking over some of the supplies in the closet as he hoists me into his arms and turns us around. I laugh when his hand slides down to the waistband on the back of my shorts and the touch of his warm palm against my cold back causes me to shiver.

But, just as quickly as the heated kisses from Stefan's lips descend down my neck, sucking and scrapping his teeth against my flesh. A loud and deep male voice is heard over the intercom system at the station. "Stefan Salvatore. Please report to Patrick Murphy's office immediately."

He pulls back, kissing me slowly and lowering me to my feet as his thumb brushes against my bottom lip while he speaks sweetly. "I owe you another really romantic redo of this."