The Awakening
Elena felt Stefan's lips meet hers.
And… it was as simple as that. All perguntas answered, all fears put to rest, all doubts removed. What she felt was not merely passion, but a bruising tenderness and a amor so strong it made her shake inside. It would have been frightening in its intensity, except that while she was with him, she could not be afraid of anything.
She had come home.
This was where she belonged, and she had found it at last. With Stefan, she was home.
"Oh, Elena," he whispered against her lips. We can't—
"We already have," she whispered, and drew him back down again....
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