Why Helloooooooooooooooo everyone. OK so this note is pretty important so take a minute to read it, pretty please with cherry on top? First, THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the overwhelming support I got on this story. You guys have NO idea how much it means to me and I did not expect it to be accepted so quickly. It really, really helped with kicking in my inspiration to give you this chapter.

Second, I cannot promise that updates will always be so quick. You see, guys, I'm in the middle of a big change, and by that I mean I'm moving. Not from one house t another or one country to another, I'm moving from one continent to another. That's stressful, trust me. And frankly, I was going to sit on this story and wait till I was settled before starting to post it, but then I found that it was a good outlet for the frustration. Besides, sharing it is helping me take my mind off of things for a bit which is something I desperately need. And, while I will be busy, I will try to give it my free time to keep updates as regular as possible. Since I'm inspired, I am very much likely to dedicate my free time to writing it instead of finding ways to waste my time.

Also, a question about how will Stefan be a veteran from WW2 was repeated a lot and I'm just gonna say that you'll have the answer in this chapter... somewhat at least.

This story is beta'd by the wonderful Yana (queenofklaroline) and the beautiful cover is by mikaelshake on tumblr.

On with the chapter..!

Chapter 2: Maybe Act Like a Normal Person?

What to do? What to do? Oh God what do I do?

There are two kinds of people in this world. When an intruder invades the house people tend to do one of two options. One: Call 911 as soon as the phone becomes available and danger-free. Or two: Scream and thrash until the whole building is awake and barging through the door.

And then there was Caroline Forbes.

Caroline did not scream her lungs out until Tony and Penny, Kitty's owners, woke up from their deep slumber and came down to help her. She did not beg for her life or shook in her boots when the only weapon she had against him was a frying pan. And she did not call 911 when the intruder was drifting through darkness.

No. Instead she played a round of tit-for-tat with him, let herself be attracted to his sex appeal, nearly kissed him, knocked him unconscious, then searched his pockets instead of bouncing on the phone and calling the police. No, she did not feel the hard planes of his chest or delighted in the shape of his firm ass when she searched his back pockets (Dangerous weapons could be there!) , why would anyone think that?

But now, she was sitting on her couch huddled, watching him as he began to stir. She knew that he had no dangerous weapons on him, but God damn it he could still kill her with his bare hands. Why was not calling the police a good idea again Caroline?

Right, because he seemed harmless and she somewhat did not feel like sending him to jail. This sounded so much better in her head. No, it still had nothing to do with his pretty ass or cute dimples or sexy accent OK? And no, she was not feeling a little guilty about the purple bruise that was forming on the side of his face, right next to his brow and spreading to the right side of his forehead.

Did you really have to go with the face, Caroline?

A groan emitted from his throat. Caroline braced herself, holding the frying pan (yes again) tightly in one hand and a knife, for good measure in the other.

At least she got something right!

"Where am I?" he muttered, opening bleary eyes to see a figure of a blonde woman sitting in a rather uncomfortable position on a couch with two objects that he couldn't quite make out held in her outstretched hands.

"Don't move" she demanded.

It was then that he remembered what exactly had happened and how he ended up with that stabbing headache in a small apartment.

"Right" he chuckled "the feisty blonde"

Caroline rolled her eyes at the beaming smile stretching across his face as he began to slowly sit up. Whether his slow movements were to ensure that she would not attack him, again, or for the simple fact that he was still disoriented, she did not know. Either ways, it was making her job at keeping him in check much easier.

"I must say, I expected to wake up in jail with far less pleasant company" he grinned as he sat up completely, craning his neck and rubbing a sour spot "You never cease to amaze, apparently"

"Well, I searched you and you're not armed so you can't be that dangerous" she snorted.

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline , his grin widening that it almost split his face. But it wasn't the amused grin that he seemed to bestow whenever she did something that he particularly liked. Instead it was a wolfish one. It somewhat resembled his predatory smirk.

Caroline had never in her life wanted to slap herself as bad as that particular moment. Who the hell notices how their kidnapper smiled? Although, did he still count as her kidnapper? She was the one who knocked him out and currently had the upper hand.

Well, like he would say, it's all a matter of technicality.

"You searched me, love?" the predator asked, snapping Caroline out of her frenzy.

"Yes" she said firmly, failing to see how that could be entertaining to him.

"And here you thought I was the harmful one?" he shook his head, fake hurt taking over his still smiling face "You attack me, cause me a concussion -"

"I did not cause you a freaking concussion" She rolled her eyes.

"took advantage of me" he continued, ignoring her "and now you're holding a knife to my face. I think you're the dangerous one here, sweetheart"

"Took advantage of you?" Caroline furrowed her brows, practically screeching the part that stuck out to her in the conversation "What the hell does that suppose to mean?"

"Well, you searched me, did you not?" he looked up at her innocently "Last I checked, this process required touching. And you did it without my consent"

From his position sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Caroline, his blue eyes looking up at her with fake-innocence and downturned lips with a teasing pout, he looked nothing more than a lost puppy. The thought made Caroline fidgety, because damn it what was wrong with her? Here was this dangerous, insufferable, rude and assholic man in front of her and she could not stop thinking about how much she wished she could get a little taste of those inviting lips.

That's probably because he's sexy and cute and adorable, too, you know.

Caroline rolled her eyes at her own thought. Eternal internal conflict.

"It's quite OK, though, love" He began, practically purring as he added "I very much enjoy women in control"

Caroline's face turned crimson at his suggestive tone, which not only embarrassed her, but also infuriated her all the more. This was an effect that he so clearly had on her. Blushing in anger and embarrassment at the same time.

"Listen you... you... asshole" she began, rising to her feet and waving her dangerous weapons in his face frantically. Her new nickname only seemed to entertain him further for he gave her another smile in answer to it "I did not take advantage of you. I was protecting myself." he began to say something but she cut him off "And don't flatter yourself you're not that handsome"

"Now, now, let's not say things we don't mean, love" he interrupted in a matter-of-factly tone.

"But since I was gracious enough to not call the police" her voice rose above his as she bent to be level with him, her knife poised against his throat "You will get your ass out of my apartment and never show me your face ever again" she threatened in a low tone.

Caroline somehow convinced herself that he was threatened when, frankly, he was barely holding back his laughter.

"Do you understand me?" she hissed.

He nodded quickly "Yes" he tried to say as firmly as possible.

"Good" she shrugged after a long staring contest, straightening again to give him space.

He, too, stood up, smoothing his clothes as he headed for the door. His hand was at the door knob when he turned around with his smirk still intact

"Can I at least know your name?" he tilted his head to the side.

"No" she snapped.

"Alright then" he sighed, seeming truly disheartened "See you around, love. And thank you for such hospitality."

When the door was finally firmly shut, Caroline released a breath she did not know she was holding. Quickly, she ran to the door and locked it, doing the same for the balcony's door before rushing to the kitchen to put back her weapons where they belonged.

It was around four A.M when she finally managed to slip into bed. She thought that with all the adrenaline of the night still coursing through her she wouldn't be able to sleep. However this proved to be wrong when she immediately felt the familiar droop of her eyelids as her body hummed tiredly.

One thought lingered as Caroline began to drift asleep.

Who the hell doesn't get cranky after receiving a hit to the head? Ugh, I hate that bastard.

Then she fell asleep.

The sun burned behind Caroline's eyelids, turning her pitch-black vision into an unwelcomed shade of orange as the sunrays cascaded through the curtains.

Strange, Caroline had picked thick curtains for that particular purpose. She did not like to be awakened by the sunlight so rudely. Perhaps she had left them opened the night before? Weird, she never left the curtains opened while sleeping. Yet, once she recalled the events of the night before, she realized that forgetting to shut the drapes was not the least bit strange. After all, she had practically been through a trauma... well, kind of anyway.

Despite her knowledge that she should get up and head to work, Caroline turned in her half-asleep state to face the other wall in her room, hoping to block the sun and continue to blissfully sleep for an hour or so more. Her friends could handle it at the bakery and once she told them about the incident of the night before, they will not be mad at her. However, the bed squeaked in protest under Caroline's movements, the sheets seemed rougher than usual on her skin, and the mattress far too thin for her liking.

Something was definitely wrong, she frowned in her sleep.

"Caroline Forbes!" an irritated tone resounded causing Caroline's eyes to fly open "Do you plan on spending all your days here asleep till noon?"

Caroline found herself staring at a pale worn-out, white wall, and a narrow bed that was laying next to hers. It was then that she realized that her bed was as narrow and uncomfortable-looking as the one that stared back at her. She was definitely not in her room, definitely not in her house.

She gulped, trying to soothe her nerves before panic would begin to set in. Could it possibly be him? Did he come back and take her for real? Is the woman shouting at her his assistant?

Her mind was flying with possibilities as her heartbeats drummed loudly in her ears. She was as rigid as a stone, afraid that if she ever tried to move her whole world would collapse.

This is a dream, her mind concluded. But when Caroline pinched herself, she did not jolt awake in her own bed, back in her own apartment. Besides, everything seemed far too vivid for it to be merely a dream.

"Are you alive there?" the same voice called out in a snarl.

Slowly, Caroline sat up to face a brunette woman. She couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was, wavy brown hair, hourglass-figure, beautiful olive-colored skin and a stance that would make anyone want to stay as far away as possible from her bad side. Which was exactly where Caroline realized she had landed when she saw the woman sizing her with a quirked eyebrow.

"Where am I?" Caroline finally murmured.

Dear God, what if he brought me here to turn me into his pet? Why didn't I call the police last night? Caroline frantically thought.

"I swear they're getting stupider by the second" the woman muttered exasperatedly as she threw her hands in the air in a frustrated manner "Why do I always have to be in charge of the dumb ones?"

Caroline watched her movements with a tinge of hurt at the assumption that she was stupid, and a ton-load of confusion at the woman's appearance. Now that Caroline looked at her closely, she realized that the woman was dressed in a red dress. That would not have been weird if it wasn't for the fact that the dress's design seemed to belong to another time. Caroline was certain that she had seen something similar to it in a movie, but she couldn't quite place which movie it was.

"I'm Katherine Pierce and I'm your superior. You can call me Katherine" she paused, her eyes scrutinizing Caroline again before she continued "The only reason that you can call me by my first name is because I hate my family's name. Don't get the impression that I like you or that I'm nice or friendly in anyway. Do you understand?"

Caroline nodded quickly.

"Good, now get up, get dressed and follow me".

Without a word further Katherine sauntered out of the room. She seemed every bit as graceful and catlike as any other Vitoria's Secret top models Caroline had seen.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Caroline sprang to her feet, looking for an escape. Seriously, where the hell was she? And why would that woman think that Caroline had something to change into or that she was about to follow her? They kidnapped her for heaven's sake!

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when something caught her attention. Right on the wall opposite the bed where Caroline had been sleeping moments ago, four wooden doors were aligned next to each other. Each of them held the name of its owner, or so Caroline assumed. And strangely enough, her name was on one of them. Caroline approached it, swinging the door opened to reveal a bunch of dresses that were similar to Katherine's.

"Where am I and why are my dresses looking like they came right out of Pearl Harbor?" Caroline shook her head, finally realizing what the atmosphere of this dream or prank (she was not going to accept any other explanation at the moment) reminded her of.

The door clicking opened snapped her out of her stupor. She looked up to see a man clad in an army suit that matched the one Ben Affleck was wearing in the movie. In fact, she half expected to see his face once her eyes met his. However, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw a pair of beautiful grey-green eyes looking back at her. And when she focused on his handsome features, she found that they were even more enhanced with his uniform.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to barge in like that" he apologized, clearing his throat "I was looking for Katherine Pierce?"

"She just left" Caroline said, giving him a smile.

He looked at her intently, his eyes taking her in. But unlike Katherine, he did not seem to judge her, but rather admire her. She remembered another man who was giving her a similar look that made her skin tingle in the most unpleasant way (actually, the feeling was quite pleasant but she pretended otherwise). It seemed different as this man took in her features. Her skin didn't feel as though he was caressing her with gentle fingers. The blood didn't rush to her face. His gaze made her smile, feel flattered, even, but nothing more. Perhaps it was the kindness that lingered in his gentle eyes, or the sincerity etched on his face that made the effect quite different from the one The Assholic Thief had on her.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked at last, looking almost embarrassed when he caught the knowing smile stretched on her face.

"Yes" she muttered. She was about to ask him where exactly is here and what the hell was she doing in here and what year were they in, but refrained. She would ask those questions to someone she wouldn't care about them thinking of her as an idiot.

Like Katherine? her brain scoffed. Yeah, maybe she shouldn't ask at all.

"Well, I'm Stefan Salvatore" he said, coming closer to her and reaching out to shake her hands.

"Caroline" she said, taking his hand and shaking it lightly.

He gave her a gentle smile that she returned.

"Welcome to Hawaii, Caroline" He softly said, giving her a small bow before heading out of the room.

Caroline stood baffled, planted in her place. It wasn't necessarily Stefan Salvatore that had this effect on her, instead it was what he just uttered.

Did he just say Hawaii? How the hell did I end up on Hawaii? Why the hell am I on Hawaii?

Maybe she was living in the movie Pearl Harbor.

The day unfolded as an endless dream to Caroline -except that it was no dream. Everything felt so tangible, so real, that the idea of it being a dream seemed a little unreasonable. But how can the idea of her being in Hawaii in the 1940s be rational in any way? She pinched herself and waited to wake up. She slapped water across her face and waited to jolt awake. Then, remembering Inception, the movie she watched on a whim because Leonardo Dicaprio was super hot, and purposefully fell from a chair. That only earned her a hard glare from Katherine.

Katherine. Caroline now could not think of the name without hissing. She was a pain in the ass by all accounts. Cocky, arrogant, bitchy, condescending and absolutely intolerable. And Caroline suffered on her hands greatly due to the fact that the brunette disliked her quite a bit.

Caroline would not admit it, but deep down, in the darkest corners of her mind, she knew that it was her fault. The woman was taking Caroline on a tour in the hospital where she supposedly volunteered to be a nurse, helping soldiers and whatnot. When Katherine began explaining their system Caroline laughed and asked her whose idea was this prank. This caused Katherine to snap at her.

"I don't know who the hell do you think you are! This is not a joke!" she practically snarled "Lives of men will be hanging on the balance do you think that this is some kind of a funny joke? This spoiled brat attitude will get you nowhere when there are wounded men all around you"

"And you think that your attitude will get you anywhere" Caroline retorted.

In Caroline's defense, it was in her nature. People with bitchy attitude brought out the bitch in her. It's a mechanism that she had learned ever since her high school days so she could cope with the harshness of the cheerleading team back there. If she didn't want to end up as their doormat, she better talk back.

But unlike the rest of her high school "friends", Katherine didn't talk back she simply turned around and continued with the tour, explaining in monotonous detail what everyone's job was. She was so elaborate that there was no way Caroline would have ever been able to catch up. Caroline even doubted that Katherine was paying attention to herself! To make it worse, not only was the hospital lacking all of the cool machines Caroline had seen on TV, but also the doctors were not cute or hot or good-looking like Grey's Anatomy, which was quite a letdown to Caroline. She had always thought of doctors as McDreamy and McSteamy, and Matt's good-looks only further affirmed that everyone went through a photo shoot for Calvin Klein underwear before being accepted into Medical School. A few nice-looking soldiers passed her by, but other than that everything was pretty boring. Now, now, Caroline did not usually pass up her time checking out guys (Although she and her friends announced it as their second favorite pastime activity, right after shopping) but Caroline was truly, really bored.

Katherine's punishment came full circle soon when she was pouring coffee to herself then turned around and the cup accidentally slipped her grasp to splash across Caroline's dress (she had to admit, the dress made her feel like she was in a costume party which was not necessarily a bad thing). To make matters worse, the handsome soldier from earlier, Stefan, decided to approach them right as Katherine had apologized with the fakest expression Caroline had ever seen.

"Seriously?!" Caroline hissed. This was so high school-like "Very mature, Katherine" she muttered under her breath.

Katherine gave her another fake smile before turning back and almost bumping into a confused Stefan.

"Are you OK, Caroline?" he immediately asked Caroline, ignoring Katherine's smile.

"Wait you've met her?" Katherine asked before Caroline could answer.

"Yeah, we met earlier while I was looking for you" he answered Katherine quickly, still eyeing the stain on Caroline's dress worriedly "Maybe you should go and change?" he suggested to Caroline.

Again, Caroline opened her mouth only to be interrupted by Katherine "She's fine, it'll dry off in a second. Besides, it wasn't even that hot" Katherine shrugged "Did you need something Stefan?" she asked him, diverting his attention from the blonde who was rolling her eyes at the back of Katherine's head.

Stefan had to hold back his laughter, clearing his throat before answering the now-irritated-brunette's question "Have you seen Damon? I haven't been able to get a hold of him since yesterday morning". Once that sentence uttered, Stefan's face took on a rigid look, as though mouthing his question had just reminded him of his worries.

"No I haven't" she frowned "Why would you think that I have?"

"Well, considering how close you two are" Stefan shrugged. His movement, although intended to show his carelessness towards the subject was rather stiff.

Katherine sighed "We are not close, Stefan. And no, I have not seen him. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have work to get to"

Katherine motioned for Caroline to follow her who gave Stefan a quick smile and nod before going after Katherine. Caroline did not know why exactly she was following her, but the thought seemed better than to linger behind with Stefan who was clearly distracted from the forming line on his forehead and his pressed lips. And it was definitely better than getting lost in that hospital. She would stick around with Katherine until she finally woke up from that weird dream.

Yes, she was still convinced that it was a dream.

However it did not end until the day was over and, after much suffering with Katherine's tempers, she fell asleep on that uncomfortable bed.

Now, I'll wake up in my own bed, was her last thought.

And she did.

Caroline jolted awake in her room, in her bed with everything just like she had left it. She frowned. Even now that she was awake that dream still felt quite real. Wasn't it that usually all the unrealities about a certain dream only popped after the person awoke?

Maybe the fact that you are a nurse volunteering in Hawaii in the 1940s is enough to clue you in?

She shook her head. Yes, indeed, that dream was beyond weird but it was just that, a dream. She had no time to ponder her ideas any further for her eyes caught the alarm clock on her bedside to see 10:30 staring right back at her.

"They're going to kill me" she squeaked.

"Look who decided to show up!" Lexi snorted once Caroline stepped into their bakery.

"Good morning to you too, Lexi" Caroline muttered, still sipping her morning coffee. Gosh she was exhausted.

"Did your alarm clock break or something?" Elena asked, emerging from the kitchen with a tray full of cookies.

"Cookies" Caroline's eyes brightened.

"Those are for the costumers" Elena warned, moving the tray away from Caroline's hold when she reached for one. Bonnie came out of the kitchen and popped one into her mouth but no one protested.

"Hey!" Caroline objected.

"And for employees who made it on time" Elena shot back causing Bonnie to grin and Caroline to pout.

Without arguing further, she slipped into the back of the store and changed into her work uniform, tying her hair up in a messy bun. She went into the kitchen to start her baking routine, looking over the orders they had for the day when something suddenly caught her eyes.

The calendar. It was January 15th. And it happened to be Tuesday.

She frowned. Could it be? Right, of course, her one true love or soul mate or whatever was a thief who broke into her house.

Or Stefan her mind offered.

Go figure, my true love would be the man of my dreams. Literally.

Caroline shook her head, chuckling at the absurdity of her thought. That thief was just that, a thief. And her nurse escapade in the 1940s was nothing but a dream.

"You guys are not going to believe what happened to me last night" Caroline began.

It was a long day before Caroline was finally back home. She was going to eat some microwave pasta, watch some crappy movie and enjoy a night in with nothing but her blanket to keep her warm... again. But unlike any other day, Caroline was actually looking forward to a calm evening. She had been unusually tired the whole day and just wanted to relax. The night before had been draining and her restless sleep did not allow her to gain back her energy.

Her plans proved to be futile when she stepped into her apartment to find it illuminated.

"What the..." she began.

"You know, Caroline, you need to stock more food in the fridge" she was cut off by the sexy voice that she, unfortunately, could immediately place. He was casually standing by the opened door of the fridge as if he owned the place.

"What the hell are you doing?" Caroline shrieked, taking a defensive pose immediately by poising her purse as a weapon. The frying pan was too far away.

"Looking for something to eat clearly" he said casually, raising his eyebrows at her like she had hit her head and was not thinking clearly "And by that I mean something other than cake and cookies. Something that doesn't include sugar and flour in its components" he teased.

"How the hell did you get into my house?" Caroline snapped, waving her hands in the air frantically.

"You know, people should stop putting their spare keys under the doormat" he said simply, grinning at her.

"I don't have a spare key under my doormat. I don't have a doormat!" she huffed.

"I never said you did, sweetheart" he replied casually "that was a general observation. I broke into your house"

"YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE?" Caroline yelled, rage consuming her every sense. She was not scared, which was idiotic, she was very much aware of that, she was enraged, infuriated, she wanted to slap that smug smile off his face. She wanted to kick and punch him until he was as angry as her so she could slam her mouth down on his and unleash all her frustration.

Wait, what?

"Yes, I'm very skilled at entering places without permission. Don't worry, though, Caroline, I did not break the lock. And I don't think any of your neighbors suspects anything." he explained, linking his arms behind his back with his smirk still intact "Oh and I didn't steal anything. I'm not interested in stealing from you"

"Oh really? Wow that's such a relief" Caroline mocked "If you don't want to steal then you can totally stay and break into my house you sick, psychotic fre-" she abruptly stopped her exclamations "How the hell did you know my name?" she asked calmly.

He blinked, seeming unaware of his slip until now "I listened to your messages on the phone" he opted to say after a long pause "Your mother wants you to call her" he continued calmly "I'm Klaus, by the way".

There was nothing but pure and utter rage written all over Caroline's face. She was stunned speechless by her anger, wanting to hit someone. No, wanting to hit him.

"YOU'RE CRAZY" she shouted "YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!"

"Well..." he began, shaking his head thoughtfully as he pondered her words "I was told that I am on several occasions. I neither agree nor disagree"

"That's it. I'm calling the police" she said firmly, marching to where the phone is supposed to be on a table next to the couch only to find the spot empty.

"Looking for this?" he asked waving his hand to reveal her phone.

She clenched her jaw "I'll just call them from my cell phone" she spat.

"Come on, love" he began, stepping towards her "we both know you are not going to call the police. You would have done it last night if you truly wanted to"

"I didn't know you were a complete maniac last night" she snapped, rummaging through her purse until she found the phone.

She was startled when she looked up to see him standing right in front of her. Invading her personal space seemed like something he was quite fond of.

"Get away from me" she demanded although it sounded weak as her breath hitched at the sight of his face so close to hers. The now purple bruise she had given him earlier did not affect his good looks a lot after all. She could not back away either, entrapped by the ocean blue eyes.

"I do not want to hurt you, Caroline" he began quietly, for the first time sounding serious "I am here merely or a request"

"A request?" she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from those intense eyes.

"Yes" he nodded.

"And what is it that you're requesting?" she asked sarcastically.

"Your hair" he stated simply.

"Excuse me?"

"It's tantalizing." his voice dropped to a hushed tone, barely above a whisper. His eyes were focused on hers, holding her gaze, trapping her in a powerful embrace that she could not break loose of "I can feel the silky strands between my fingers by simply looking at it. I can feel it ticking my bare skin as you rest your head on my shoulder. I can spend hours contemplating the beauty of your hair, Caroline"

"W-what.." she stuttered.

"Your eyes" he continued "They're so bright, so alive, so fierce, so fearless. I can spend days looking into your eyes." his eyes dropped lower, stopping at the curve of her mouth "Your lips" it was a whisper, a sigh, almost pleading for a smile, a word, a letter, a breath, a kiss, a taste "they are the most cruel torment. They beckon me with every word you utter. So, very captivating they are, so very enticing that I would beg for a taste even if it means my demise. I would never tire of kissing those lips, Caroline"

She wanted to move, but her exhilarating breath, the shivers that continued to race up and down her spine prevented her. She wanted to stop him, but his hypnotizing voice was caging her in its silky smoothness. Her own eyes dropped to his lips, imagining how it would feel to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until there was no breath left in her lungs. She could not imagine ever being satiated from one kiss, or two or a hundred or a thousand.

"Your body" his voice brought her out of her musings "It's sculptured to perfection. Every curve enthralling a fire within me. It burns endlessly, tirelessly. Even the oceans cannot put out this fire, Caroline. I can spend the rest of my life making love to you"

"I..." she muttered.

Nothing. No coherent thoughts. Not a single sentence. Her mind was completely blank, as though he had hypnotized her out of thinking.

"You're stunning. Absolutely beautiful in every possible way" he whispered "And I want nothing more than to capture your beauty on my canvas. I want to paint you, over and over and over again, in every possible situation, in every possible pose. I want you to be the model of my next art collection. I want to immortalize every inch of you, Caroline"

So? what did you guys think? Leave a review or drop in a line in my askbox on tumblr (lostheart95) with your opinions!

bye bye

love you guys