𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯" 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.
* this is not a polyamorous story. there is technically some ove...
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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏
"Are you sure about this keeping this from Elena? You know how she gets when it comes to you," I ask Lina as she gets dressed.
"I am," she nods as she pulls her jeans on, "it's not like I'm putting her in any danger."
I come up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, "is it wrong that I like the fact that you only trust me now?"
She turns and faces me, leaning against her dresser, "don't get ahead of yourself, Salvatore."
I chuckle, "you sure you're okay? I mean, you've been acting weird all morning."
She shrugs and wiggles out of my grasp before turning around, "tighten this for me, will you?"
I take the strings on her corset shirt in my hands and loosen them before I tighten them. Her hands grip the dresser as I do so, "why do you wear these anyway?" I curiously ask her.
She shrugs, "I like them. Why? Do I not look good?"
"You do," I reassure her, "just curious."
Once I'm done, she opens the door and begins to leave, "come on, I don't want Elena seeing you," she whispers and starts to leave but I pull her back and shut her door. "What are you doing?" she asks.
"If you don't want Elena seeing me, let's go out the way I came in."
"I'm classy, Damon, not trashy," she grimaces "I'm not sneaking out of my own bedroom like I'm the one night stand."
"Stop being a brat and come on," I pick her up swiftly and head to her window, opening it and jumping out. She squeezes her eyes shut until she feels me hit the ground.
I stand her back up as soon as it's safe, "see? I got you."
*** "So what do you think about this Stefan and Elena thing?" Lina asks from the other side of the couch.
"I think they're playing some type of game because of Katherine," I reply, pouring myself a drink.
Lina's face suddenly screws up and her mouth opens, she has a look of pain. "Ow..." she musters out before falling off of the couch.
I rush over to her, "Lina! What happened?"
She has her hand over her heart, groaning in pain, "my—m-my heart! Damon, my heart."
