𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄-𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

Ch 17 ☆ "CRUSHING"

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"i wonder if we ever overthink each other at the same time"
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THE PROSPECT OF CRUSHING WAS'NT ENTIRELY NEW to Belle. She had countless crushes over her childhood years, the only problem was they were fictional. As we've come to realise Belle found fiction easier to navigate than real life. The characters were perfect and even their flaws just added to their attractiveness, the main character never really crushed on the male lead for more that a few chapters and from then on it was smooth sails and happy relationships (unless the main character was part of the mafia or some underground organisation they never had smooth runnings)

Reality, Belle has to come to realise, differed. Having a crush was not as one sided as they made it out to be. To be honest Belle was confused as to if she even had a crush on the alluring vampire that was dozing off next to her or if she was just enraptured by his supernatural beauty. She has always found him attractive, without a doubt. But yesterday when he looked at her like that— like she was poetry.

and Belle hates it.

Ah, perhaps that was lie but she hated how he made her feel beautiful. She knew better than to believe that, yet..

"You're staring, Princess" The redhead released a small yip, jumping up slightly as she completely forgotten about the vampire next to her (even though he was the subject of her internal debate.) she pinched her lips in embarrassment and she heard him chuckle deeply "No need to be embarrassed,Princess. If I looked like this I would stare too."

Belle cheeks enflamed although the cause itself was unknown, it may have been because of the vampires morning voice which she swore was more compelling than his ability of compulsion or if it was because of the man's arrogance (although she couldn't really blame him for loving himself, in fact she only wished for him to share his secrets because gods knows she was unable to do so)

Thankfully before she can say something utterly embarrassing as a lame form of defence the sound of a phone goes off. The vampire groans seemingly unhappy with the interruption (it seemed he enjoyed seeing Belle flustered) he removed the younger girls bedcovers and walked slowly to her table, where he had dropped it last night. He let out another irritated groan upon seeing the caller ID

"What do you want, brother of mine. I'm busy" Belle sits atop her bed watching in fascination as Damon's previous frustration melts away into curiosity, suspicion before melting away again into his signature smirk (she wondered what he looked like when he genuinely smiled if he looked that hot when he smirked.)

Eventually the call ended after he childishly pretended that the call was breaking (Stefan had requested to speak to Belle and Damon didn't feel like battling the unnerving feeling in his stomach that always seemed to appear when ever the two were around each other) he placed his phone into his pocket and sent the awaiting girl a wink.