"You act like getting back with me is a cardinal sin and that you're going to burn in hell—newsflash, babe, you're already goin' there," Damon snarks as you push off from the couch. A frown settles on his face for a moment. He knew you wanted him, god, who didn't—but on a real level, you do want him, don't you? You miss him, miss the way he'd make you feel and touch you and worship you. He misses all of those things too, he really does. So why won't you let this happen? What is your deal?

The break up was.. it'd been hard. For him, for you. He'd fucked up, he knew, it was all fucking Elena's fault, he told you. But still, he was the one who cheated on you, right? You didn't want to fall back to him, but he wanted you to, you wanted him to run right back to her. He didn't want to.

It was always like this. Back to back, back and forth. Damon thought it was simple—you get back with him, date, all that stuff, like, it'd be fine. Apparently , that's not how it works. Apparently, he has to be responsible for his actions. What a load of shit.

But, Damon loves you, a lot. And he's willing to actually acknowledge what he did wrong without blaming it on Elena like he was hellbent on doing. "You want this," he chimes, folding his arms across his chest as you grab your bag, "I can see it in your eyes," well, he's trying really hard to see it in your eyes.