You and Damon dated, in the distant way back when.

And it was distant, considering how you were both vampires who’d lived for more years than one can count on fifteen hands— no biggie, of course — and now you’d been reunited, a long time after the very passionate, fierce and sex filled relationship from, again, way back when— which did not end well, to be clear, not when your vampire parents heavily disapproved of.

“Love the library.” His voice could not get more sarcastic, but this really was a dusty ass library which Caroline needed a book from and Damon was the little shit who volunteered to go with you.

Honestly, he brought this on himself, he can’t really complain— and trust him, he wasn’t. His finger running down the spine of a book and collecting the dust on his finger was done gingerly, and he grimaced. “We could just... reenact old times.”

Damon shivered slightly, hurriedly wiping the dust on his index on his jeans, wrinkling his nose— fuck, the only thing making this worth it was you.

And he, with his intoxicating self, was trying to keep his mind off how it ended.