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Here is the next chapter.

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When Bonnie woke up the next morning, she was hit by a strong headache. She groaned and ached her back. The witch hated being in that kind of pain, she really should have thought twice before drinking so much alcohol. Right now, all she needed and wanted was getting up and swallow a pair of painkillers, then lay back down on bed and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. Or at least until she was pain-free.

I will never ever drink that much again, she told herself.

She blinked a few times before her eyes shot open and was greeted by the sunshines that came through her window.

Just then Bonnie felt a light touch on her waist. She looked down, in fear that there would be a nasty insect on her body, but was surprised by a pale big hand. The thumb was stroking along her exposed hip, slowly and it felt like feather strokes.

Her first instinct was to scream, shout or use her magic to get this intruder away from her and out of her house. But then Bonnie remembered what had happened last night. She was still alive and that had to be a good sign.

"You're not gonna scream", the voice whispered in her ear, creating a tickle that went through her whole body and made her shiver briefly.

"No Damon", she replied with a sigh.

"Who's Damon", he chuckled and Bonnie could feel him burry his face in her hair, smelling it. She knew she should be creeped out. He was Damon Salvatore, this dangerous, older and sexy vampire, she used to hate and now she's lying in the same bed with him. In her own bed to be exact. This should definitely alarm her and him too, but on the other hand it was kind of sweet and quietly comfortable.

His grip on her waist tightened and she could feel his abs press against her back. But also the very male and prominent part below his waist came dangerously close to her butt and she really needed to avoid getting into another sexual situation with Damon.

"Can you please let me up, I need to get some painkillers and a shower", Bonnie said motionless.

Damon hesitated for two seconds before removed his hand slowly and controlled from her hip, but not before gliding his finger down along her butt and pretending that nothing had happened.

Bonnie got up, shook her head and went into the bathroom.

She took her painkillers, got rid of her clothes and took a long warm shower. Ather that she wrapped herself in a towel, re-entered her bedroom and was startled as she found the blue eyed vampire still on her bed.

"Damon, I have to get dressed", Bonnie whined.

"Do it, I don't mind and I promise to keep my eyes closed", he replied amused.

"Uhg", Bonnie rolled her eyes, she knew it wouldn't make sense to argue with him on that and by the way she really wasn't in the mood to fight right now.

Consequently she just went to her dresser, grabbed some clothes and disappeared in the bathroom again.

"I hope you like pancakes for breakfast", she heard Damon say as she entered the kitchen, just to find him in front of the hotplate.

"Why are you making me breakfast?"

"You're human, you need to eat something and my pancakes are sensational", he shrugged his shoulder.

"Uhm, well then I won't say no", Bonnie answered and took a seat on the seat at the kitchen bar.

"I didn't know you could cook, where did you learn it?"

"Italy, India, Spain and Mexico. But it was my mother who told me most."

"Really, what else did she tell you?"

Damon stared at her intensely and for almost a full minute he didn't say a word. He just kept looking her deeply in the eyes, like he was analysing her and trying to spy her intention of this question.

"I'm sorry. I understand if you don't... ", Bonnie started after this way to long and ubearable silence. She and Damon weren't friends or close to that, it's just normal if he didn't want to give her any answer to that private question.

"No, it's okay. I just haven't talked about her for a while...Okay, let's see what we've got. Well she told me how to enjoy my life, to be strong and to stand behind my opinions and convictions and last but not least, that I have to find my place in the world."

"Sounds like she was a great person", Bonnie mentioned with a smile on her face.

Damon smiled back. "Oh yeah, she was my heroin. I loved her to death and she was the only one who loved me back", he said with a certain sadness in his expression. "But enough of me, myself and I. How do you feel about your mother?"

"I don't know her, she left me and my dad when I was five years old. Then my dad got married to his work and left me at my grandmother", Bonnie shrugged her shoulder. "I don't need my so called parents, Grams did a great a job raising me. I'm perfectly fine without mommy and daddy."

"Your right, you turned out perfecty. It's their loss, that they miss playing any valued role in your life. They miss a lot... Alright here are your pancakes, enjoy your meal honey", Damon voiced and put the plate infront of her. Then he went to her fridge, grabbed a glass and purred some orange juice in it and placed it next to the witch's plate.

"Thanks baby", Bonnie laughed and immediately began to devour his meal. "This is so delicious, Damon. I usually don't like pancakes but you may have changed that."

"See, I told you I'm a brilliant cook", he winked at her and bent a little further towards her. He had this charming smile on his lips and his eyes seemed blue than usual. Bonnie couldn't stop herself from getting lost in these icy eyes, which seemed to contain a mystery and so many promises.

"You do remember everything about yesterday's event", he asked after a while.

"Yes, yesterday's event is a very nice circumscription for my drunkness", Bonnie laughed loudly.

"Yeah, I didn't want to make feel like an idiot."

"Thank you, how come you're so nice to me", Bonnie questioned and put her plate aside, after she had finished her breakfast.

"Well drunk Bonnie was quiet hot, open and hilarious. I really wanna get to know the real you", he whispered and approached her until their lips were only inches away. They were so close that they could basically exchange their breaths. Her green eyes were locked with his and she just couldn't look away and he converged even more.

Bonnie briefly shut her eyes before leaning back and raised her brow.

He smiled and leaned back as well. "That's why I kissed you last night. I knew it was my only chance", he said and linked his left hand with hers.

"Yes... for today, but maybe you'll get lucky on another day."

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Okay, that's the end. Please let me know what you think about it.

Love, E- J.