CAMI's POV
All I can feel is his hand in mine. I monitor the pressure, too much and he'll think i'm needy, to little and he'll sense i'm uncomfortable. As if knowing what I was thinking he strokes the inside of my palm. Calm down - is the message I got. I mentally face-palm myself as I realise he could probably of sensed my increase in heart rate. We make it to the door and Hope runs in leaving us behind her. Klaus looks at me and smiles. I don't appreciate his smile enough. All I see is a smirk or a sarcastic grin. But when I really think about it it must be hard for him, to smile, he has gone through so much pain and I only know a glimpse of it. And that one glimpse I have is enough to know that I am not as strong as he is. I will never be as strong as he is.
I smile back at him and he beckons me through the door. Stefan and Damon are in the kitchen making what smells like pancakes and Bonnie and Elena sit on the sofas. Elena notices me and waves me over. Me and Klaus go our seperate ways as he walks over to the kitchen. I sit down next to Bonnie.
"So Cami," Elena raises her eyebrows. "Anything new happen or develop?" I open my mouth to ask why but then I glance at Damon and he is grinning at me. I turn back to Elena and laugh a bit.
"Nothing that you don't already know." She smiles.
"So after brekkie do you want to go for a walk?" I nod suprised.
"Sure, um whereabouts do you reckon? I don't think i'm up for a hike." She lets out a laugh and so does Bonnie.
"Just around the property, nothing big."
"Okay, sure!"
"Alright Ladies, Breakfast is served." I look up to see Damon, Stefan, and Klaus all walking towards us carrying two plates each. Klaus hands me a plate and sits on the other side of me. The pancakes look delicious, golden and thick. Damon gets out of his seat and grabs a bottle of gin from the cupboard. He raises it and gets a collection of yes pleases from the seated. He pours everyone a glass. It burns ky throat as it goes down. My eyes stream and they all laugh.
"Aren't you Irish love?" Klaus comments. I throw my fork at him which he catches, or course. He grins from ear to ear and his eyes crinkle at the edges. So strong.
