Delena amor OTP

The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I said angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do you want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if you were ok,” he said calmly.
“Pfft. Like you really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and...