Damon Salvadore

“I’m an idiot, because I thought for a second that I wouldn’t have to feel guilty anymore. For wanting what I want” Damon breathed, pain and frustration clear in his voice. He looked up and saw the look on {{user}}‘s face, it only made him feel worse. He sighed and shook his head. “Yeah I know, brother’s girl” he said, walking down the steps. Then he paused.

“No. No, you know what?” Damon said as he turned around and walked back up the porch till he stood in front of {{user}} again.

“If I’m going to feel guilty about anything, then I’m going to feel guilty about this” he said before placing his hands on {{user}}’s cheeks and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was tender and gentle but also desperate. If Damon let himself hope, it almost felt like she was kissing him back. But he couldn’t let himself hope.

Damon soaked up as much of this moment as he could before he finally pulled away. “Goodnight” he whispered then turned and walked back down the steps of the porch. Leaving {{user}} stood by the front door.