Eternally Yours (TVD)

Fifteen

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❝Though lovers be lost,
love shall not;
And death shall
have no dominion.❞
- Dylan Thomas

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𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓴 sheets was what I awoke to, and no, I wasn't in the PlayBoy mansion. They were a dark expresso color, they matched the decor of the room. I was in the guest bedroom of Duston's house, I had spent the night or a few. I buried my head deeper into the pillow as the sun shined brightly through the sheer curtains.

In my haste last night I forgot to pull the curtains, I groaned in annoyance. After Duston and I kissed we ended up talking for a while before my yawning became incessant. Duston kindly showed me the guest room while bringing up my bag, and I immediately dove into the bed falling asleep. The events of what happened were taking their toll.

I rolled over in bed and stared up at the cream colored ceiling. I had shut my phone off and I had no intentions of turning it back on. Mystic Falls could wait. My nose twitched as the smell of delicious baked goods floated through the air. Surely, he's not cooking breakfast. Right? I thought as my eyebrows furrowed. Only one way to find out.

I quickly rolled out of bed and unzipped my bag digging through it. Once I had pulled out a new set of clothes I changed. A pair of silky black leggings, a light pink sweater and a new pair of undergarments graced my body. I tugged my hair out of its messy bun and let the curls flow down my back. I looked terrible, but I paid no mind.

Making my way down the stairs I noted all the different art pieces Duston had. No doubtedly they were all his as his always had that unique look to it. I walked around the corner into the kitchen and stopped at what I saw. Duston was standing there in just a pair of sweatpants stacking food onto a plate. There was food lining the island countertop, my mouth was watering as the different scents wafted throughout the air.

My breathing hitched as he turned to face me, his magnificent abs were on display, "Hey, I hope you don't mind but I made breakfast."

I made my way over to one of the wooden stools and sat down, "Not at all, it all looks amazing."

There was an array of foods spread across the countertop. My senses were on overload between the food and the very physically fit man across from me. I kept my eyes on the food because if I looked up I knew it would be impossible to keep this little breakfast PG. The man was like a walking Greek statue, he could melt even the most frozen of hearts.

"Here you go," Duston slid a plate full of strawberry crepes and a dish full of sliced fruits towards me.

I looked up at him incredulously, "How did you know?"

He gave me a soft look as he quirked his eyebrow, "Know what, sweetheart?"

I gestured towards the dishes, "My two favorite breakfast foods. Strawberry crepes and fruit salad. You even have the fruits topped with cinnamon."

"It's just something that I make often," he shrugged it off as he popped a strawberry into his mouth.

I nodded slowly, not exactly sure if I should believe him or not. The only people who knew what I loved to eat were my close family, other than that nobody else knew. It must be just a coincidence. I took the fork and eagerly dove into the crepes. I let out a small moan of happiness, these crepes were phenomenal! They were a lot better than the ones the personal chef my mother hired to make were.

"These crepes are amazing! Where did you learn to make these?" I inquired, as I stuffed my mouth full of the strawberry goodness.

Duston laughed as he shook his head, "It seems like forever ago, if I'm being honest, I can't quite remember." That was a lie but I knew no better.