crying out for me

Chapter 5

Groaning, Bonnie feels sunshine come through her eyelids. Blinking, she moves her body to shield it away, but her body hits a chest. Opening her eyes slowly, she jumps at a male body in her bed. Her butt hits the floor but it doesn't land on her rug, it lands on a hard cold floor. Jumping up and embarrassing herself more, she stubs her toe on the bed frame.

This was already not her morning. "Shit" She curses and looks around the room. This wasn't her room at all- it was Damon's. She only slept in it once but she recognizes it. What was she doing here? Holding her toe, she gives it one last rub before placing it back on the floor. Damon moves on the bed and rubs his eyes.

Her body becomes hot when she notices he's shirtless. Looking down at herself, she sees one of his black shirts on her and can feel her hair resting on her shoulders. Standing very still, she watches his eyes slowly open and they land on her immediately.

"Your up, is something wrong?" His voice sounds very hot and deeper in the morning.

Gulping, Bonnie shifts on her feet. "Nothing, I just forgot I was here for a second" She lies because in reality she didn't remember how she even got there.

Wasn't she supposed to be at a party with her best friends? Why wasn't she slumped on some strangers couch or in her own bed? As if knowing she's confused he sits up and the blanket falls to his waist.

"I'm guessing you don't remember what happened last night?" He has an amused smirk on his face and watches as she looks away shyly and fondles with the shirt he lended her nervously.

"That obvious, huh?" She looks at him through her lashes with her head still cast downward. Damon stops breathing and notices how adorably sexy she looks like that.

Her thick lashes are like a curtain and reveal moss green eyes. Her skin looked like a dark caramel and since she had no makeup on, he noticed her tiny freckles under her eyes scattered perfectly on her cheeks. Her usually curled or straightened hair was a wavy mess but made her look gorgeous.

Straightening up, he nods at her and tries to not check her out. "You had a blast based off the vodka you consumed. I'm surprised you didn't need your stomach pumped"

Bonnie frowns and looks deep in thought. "I-I don't remember drinking so much" As soon as the words leave her mouth, she's bombarded with flashes of the previous night.

Gulping all the contents of her paper cup, her nostrils flare and she slams her cup onto the counter before pouring another filling of the expensive liquor. She barley pays attention to someone telling her 'tiny self' that she needs to slow down, but she doesn't care.

In another flash she remembers dancing on the table below the chandelier. She's amazed at how sturdy it was from her weight.

Swaying her hips, she gets cheered on as she dances along to the beat of the pop song. Bonnie dips down and slowly back up again moving her hands sensually down her body. Her head throws back as she twirls her hips and bob her head side to side. When the beat changes, she bites her lip looking up at the chandelier, without another thought-she grabs it and lifts her feet off the table.

Tensing, she feels stupid and embarrassed at hundreds of kids seeing her get so drunk. Where the hell was Elena and Caroline? Hell, even Tyler?! A sigh leaves her and she feels the need to sit down. She sits down on the bed and turns to look at Damon.

"I'm starting to remember some of the night, but how did I end up here?" She looks so lost and confused that he wants to grab her hand but he doesn't know if she'll want him to.

Instead he just explains for her. "I'll start off to when you called me sometime during the party drunk"

Phone ringing, Damon brightens up a bit seeing Bonnie calling. He answers it immediately and turns the tv down to talk to her. "Hey Bon Bon, should I be worried your calling me while your supposed to be out with your friends?"