to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter four: we touch like cripples.

Skye awoke to soft sheets and the morning light trickling in through the blinds. Shedding herself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, her eyes were still shut as she soaked in the warmth of the covers, before letting her blue eyes see the sun rays.

Turning her body around, she came face to face with a sleeping Damon. Cobalt blue hues widened as she tried her hardest not to move, scared that it might stir him awake.

The pain in her head was clear and glimpses of the night before came flooding back.

Rebekah and Kol trying to kill Matt, her drinking her sorrows away and Damon joining her until they went back to his place and had sex.

She couldn't believe herself. She was never this reckless. Never had sex with guys she had just met.

She looked down at her naked body and pulled the covers over her face, letting out an aggravated groan. Her family was so going to kill her.

The buzzing of a phone on Damon's bed side table brought her out of her reverie and immediately she tried pretending to be asleep. Next to her Damon began moving and the bed dipped with his weight when he leaned his body on the mattress.

'What?' Damon's rough voice filled her ears. She focused on the person speaking on the other line.

Eavesdropping was bad, she knew that, but she was curious who would call this early.

'Hey,' she heard Elena say on the other end of the line.

Inwardly, Skye groaned. Of course, she had to have sex with a guy who was into Elena. Because oh no, she didn't learn that asking the ex-boyfriend of Elena out on a date was a bad idea.

Everything involving Elena was a bad idea. It wasn't the girl's fault. She couldn't manipulate their feelings. But it still bothered her.

'I-I called you like ten times last night,' a slight pause, 'we need to talk.'

Next to her Damon spoke, his gaze heavy on her shoulders, knowing he was now looking at her, 'Sorry, I've been busy.'

A blush crept onto Skye's cheeks, despite her best efforts to fight it.

'If you're mad at me, Damon, you need to get over it.'

In Skye's fake attempt of sleeping, she had rolled over so her back was facing Damon's.

When Elena said that, she understood why Damon had been moping and drinking last night, and Elena wasn't nice about it either.

A frown took over her smooth skin.

'Oh, I'm over it,' Damon said and then she heard the noise of him hanging up the phone. She felt the weight of the bed shift again and Skye also moved to look at the other. He was already staring at her.

Just act normal, she decided.

She smiled awkwardly at the man lying next to her.

'Morning, sunshine.'

She rolled her eyes at him, throwing her idea of being nice to him out the window at that comment, and then pulled the cover with her while standing up. The satin sheet easily covered her naked body but left Damon very exposed.

He lifted a brow and a rosy blush crawled onto her cheeks. Her eyes looked everywhere but him, and in doing so she spotted his pants. She flashed over there and threw them towards him.

'Please, put on some clothes,' she told him while looking at the wall behind him, eyes not daring to stray towards his bare body.

She could hear him getting up, and as he moved closer to her, he breathed into her ear, 'You sure?' His breath hot on her already glowing face.