"I am a gentleman," he said with a scoff and a mock roll of his eyes. "Besides, we are making your favorite." Damon winked in passing to the fridge and started getting out the things we needed.

"You're a great cook and I'm a pretty competent assistant. Dinner's gonna be way better than anything we can get at a restaurant."

"Competent? You're alright." I teased with a laugh as he set down the stuff he had gotten out of the fridge.

"Alright?" He asked faking hurt. "Would you rather have me or Kyrn in here?"

That made me stop. Kyrn was an absolute horror in the kitchen. It was no difficult decision who I would rather have in the kitchen. A slow smile crept unto his face as he watched my reaction. "I thought so too," he said.

Dinner wasn't anything fancy. We made Parmesan crusted chicken breasts with veggies and had fun doing so. It was comfortable and nice just talking as we made our way around the kitchen seeking ingredients and pouring them into the pans under my directions of course. More than once, our hands touched when we would reach for an ingredient at the same time. And every time, I would feel those very same butterflies floating around in my tummy. I could not believe I was having feelings for my teacher and not just any teacher; a teacher who also happened to be a player. That should be setting off alarm bells but there was nothing. Probably because those bells were blocked out by my feelings for him.

"No, not here, follow me." I froze when I was about to set down the bowl of food at Damon's instructions. We were done cooking and it was now time to eat.

"Okay," I said moving away from the dining table and following him out the back door to the back yard. There wasn't anything spectacular about the backyard besides the view of the many stars that lit up the night sky and the tree line. I copied Damon when he set down the bowl of food on the table that was out there.

He turned around going back to the cabin and I moved to follow him.

"Woah woah woah! Where are you going?" He asked bringing me to a halt when he noticed me following after him.

"To get the plates we're going to need for dinner." I answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world which it was.

A smile took over his face at my words. "No, you can't do that. I invited you to dinner so I'll set the table." He said all good-naturedly. He took my hand in his, walked me back to the table and pulled out my chair for me.

"Gee, why didn't you think that when you asked me to make dinner." I said with a roll of my eyes as I sat down on the seat that had been pulled out for me. A deep chuckle came from behind me and I felt him lean down, his hands on the back of my chair. He was so close I could feel his breath on my ear.

"I'll be right back," he whispered in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the feel of his lips grazing my earlobe and it only got worse when he placed a gentle kiss there and left to get our plates.

"So where were we?" Damon asked settling in the seat across me. "You were telling me about your first time in Italy," I answered. And so he continued the beautiful and hilarious tale about his first time in Italy with his best friend. I couldn't believe he had once been that young and incredibly stupid. We talked throughout dinner moving from one topic to another, the scene relaxed and comfortable if you discount the butterflies that kept floating around my stomach as I watched Damon.

It was then that it hit me. I had been worried for nothing. It might have been my first date and I was dead scared of screwing it up. But, this was Damon. Damon who had been a friend and helper before any of this thing between us started happening. It had always been easy to talk to him and I always enjoyed his company. Why did I think going on a date would change any of that?

I was so happy that he hadn't done anything like taking me to some fancy restaurant where I would have been sure to embarrass myself. Making dinner ourselves and eating outside in his backyard was nice. It wasn't what I would term a normal date according to all the chick flicks I've watched but I loved it.

Now, we were lying on a blanket, our bellies stuffed with food as we stared up at the night sky filled with so many stars.

"I used to know every constellation but now I can barely remember any of them." I said as we lay side by side, our arms grazing from time to time.

"Really?" Damon asked sounding slightly surprised. "I know none of them. But I do know about the big dipper. That's it over there." He said pointing at a random direction.

I laughed out loud cause we both knew that he had no idea what he was doing. "No, it isn't," I still commented.

"I could have sworn that was it," he laughed. "So how come you used to know so much about constellations?"

I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips. "It was something my mum and I used to do on a particularly starry night. You know, when she was still sober and a good mum." I couldn't help it. Even though she wasn't here to hear me I couldn't help but take that jab at her. I miss her so much sometimes. I could already feel the tears coming and the familiar heat that came with my anger at her filled me.

But, just when I was about to start bawling my eyes out, I felt a warm hand on mine. I looked to my side, to where Damon lay. He gave me a comforting smile and squeezed my hand tighter. God, he was so handsome under the light of the moon. And he was always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on which was becoming a habit.

This was a date; our first date and I wasn't going to let sad memories of my mother ruin it for me.

"I'm here if you need me," Damon whispered turning over to his side. "Okay?" His hand was on my cheek softly caressing it and I found myself leaning into his hand.

"Okay," I whispered.

He smiled that smile that did crazy things to me and then leaned down to place his lips on mine. And there went all my sad and unhappy thoughts.

***

I am so so so sorry for the extremely long wait. I'm also sorry that it is quite short.

Any who, once again I want to wish you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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