You Are My Life

Answered Questions

Mallorie looked up into his light blue eyes. Damon remained silent. Slowly, he turned his gaze to the ground. A burning sensation filled Mallorie's nose.

With a shake of her head, Mallorie stepped toward the parking lot. "I knew it was stupid. Just forget--"

Damon's hand wrapped around her wrist. With a gentle tug, he spun Mallorie back. She almost collided with his chest. Her heartbeat hammered in her ears as she traced every inch of his face with her eyes.

With a hard swallow, Mallorie looked back into his eyes. As his eyes flicked to her lips, Damon brushed her hair out of her face. His hand moved to cup her face. In a quick movement, their lips met.

Butterflies swarmed in Mallorie's stomach. Her hand moved to touch his, which still rested on her face. Damon pulled back as her fingers touched his warm hand.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked.

Mallorie's head spun. All she could do was nod. Damon grinned. Mallorie nibbled her bottom lip before rising on her tiptoes and kissing him again.

Mindlessly, Mallorie's fingers traced his jawline. Damon's other hand found its way to her waist. Before long, they were engaged in a make-out session in the town square. Mallorie felt a thousand fireworks going off in her head. Goosebumps covered her skin and not because of the cold.

When she finally pulled back, Mallorie breathed heavily.

"Speechless and breathless in one night. I still got it." Damon mocked.

Mallorie smacked his chest. "Shut up, Salvatore."

"Not even a first name? You wound me, Mallorie." Damon placed his hand on his heart and frowned.

"Cute." Mallorie rolled her eyes before walking toward Damon's car.

With a sigh, Mallorie sank into her seat. She ran her fingers through her hair and chewed her bottom lip. Though she tried, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. Damon climbed in beside her. Mallorie pulled out her phone. Before she could finish typing the person's name, Damon snatched her phone.

"Why are you texting Elena?" Damon asked. "If you tell her about the kiss, she's only going to judge you. You know that, right?"

"Yes." Mallorie pulled the phone out of his hand. "I was actually going to ask her if I could crash at her place."

"What's wrong with our place?" Damon asked as he started the car.

Mallorie cocked a brow. "Is that really the best idea considering what just happened?"

Damon scoffed. "What does that even mean?"

"We just had a make-out session in the town square." Mallorie shot him a look.

"So? I can learn to have self-control," Damon said with a smirk.

"Even so, all of my stuff for the Founder's Day Parade is already at Elena's. I don't want her bringing it to your house and asking questions." Mallorie finished her text. "I appreciate the offer, but I need to spend some time with my sister. She'll begin to question things if I don't show up soon."

"To Elena's it is." Damon sighed.

The rest of the drive was rather quiet. Mallorie absentmindedly traced her lips. Though it had been a while since the kiss, she still felt like her whole body was vibrating. Mallorie had never felt this exhilarated in her life.

"You're sure you don't want to stay at my house?" Damon asked as he pulled up to Elena's house.

"No, I'll be fine here," Mallorie said. "Can you maybe not tell Stefan about what happened? I want Elena to hear about it from me first...if anything develops."