“Damon, Aunt Jenna will be back soon from her trip. How about helping me with dinner?” Aunt Jenna was going to be hungry after her journey home. She’d been away to see some of her friends in San Fransisco over the weekend and had hesitantly left the house under the care of Jeremy and I.
“Sure, why not.” And we both made our way to the kitchen. “So, what are we having?” I thought for a moment.
“Erm, I think maybe espaguete bolognese? You can start por chopping onions,” I said, throwing a couple to him from the bottom of the fridge. He caught them with ease.
“So where’s the chopping board?” I pointed him in the right direction and turned to put the defrosted mince in the frying pan. As I mashed it down I turned and looked at Damon. He was busy chopping onions. For a dividido, dividir segundo I forgot what he was. He looked so normal. This was a side of Damon that I had hardly ever seen before and this was the side of Damon that I loved the most. He glanced up and noticed me staring at him. He smiled.
“What are you looking at?” I blushed.
“Nothing…” And I turned and continued cooking the mince. Soon the smell filled the room and my mouth watered.
“Mmm, smells pretty damn good,” I heard a voice say from behind me. I looked around and saw Aunt Jenna in the doorway.
“Oh hey! I didn’t hear you come in,” I dropped the espátula and gave her a hug. “How was San Fransisco?” She looked sort of guilty.
“Well, let’s just say after a few drinks I was back to my old college ways again. Not exactly proud of myself. But apart from that it was fun. How was your weekend, hmm?” She looked past me at Damon. I followed her gaze and he looked back at the peppers he was now cutting with a smile still spread across his face.
“It’s been…interesting…” I looked back at Aunt Jenna.
“It has now, has it? She looked back at Damon. “Hey, you look like a strong guy. Could you possibly lug my suitcases upstairs? It’s just I’m kinda pooped.” She smiled innocently and he put down the knife.
“Sure thing Jenna,” and he went out into the hall. Literally the moment he was gone she grabbed me and looked me dead in the eyes.
“You and Damon? Since when? Oh my, honey, seriously I thought you’d never get over Stefan but thank goodness you have! Wow, you’ve landed a good’un there, I’ll say! He’s hot!” I cringed.
“Jeez Aunt Jenna!” I knew he’d heard all this and I knew that a smug smile would be spread across his face. “Can’t you be less…you? For at least an evening. Please?” She hushed up but a huge grin was slapped on her face. Damon came back in and sure enough, there it was. A smug grin just for me. I pushed him back out into the hallway.
“Do I sense a little smugness Damon?” I looked at him.
“Your Aunt is very…gracious, about me. I’m not smug…much,” he smiled down at me.
“Hey guys? Have I got to do this jantar all por myself now? Or are you both gonna just carry on smooching in the hallway?” I flushed deep red.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry, she’s just so…argh.” I put my hands over my face. He pulled my hands away.
“Come on, she could be worse.” I looked up at him in disbelief.
“Really? Can you get worse than her?” He laughed quietly.
“I’ve met worse, trust me.” He took my hand and we walked back into the kitchen.

After jantar I walked him to the front door.
“I am so sorry about her.” I blushed for about the hundredth time that evening.
“Pfft, don’t worry about it. Remember, I’ve met worse.” He laughed, leant down and kissed my forehead.
“Today was…fun,” he smirked, and picked up his jacket.
“Yeah, it was, apart from the whole thing with Stefan. We’ve upset him Damon. And I hate that.” I helped him pull his jaqueta over his shoulders.
“Yeah well didn’t he upset you when he left?” He opened the door and turned to look back at me.
“Well remember if you had told me I wouldn’t have been as upset!” He said nothing, but stepped progressivo, para a frente again and pressed his lips against mine.
“Yes, well remember, if I had told you then you and I probably wouldn’t have happened now, would we?”
“I guess…” And he was gone. One moment I was staring into his eyes, the seguinte moment I was staring at the door.