He should say something. He should say anything to immediately give him away to her so she can have an actual choice in who she invites to lie beside her in bed, to tangle up in her. Words get caught in his throat instead. His mouth parts and then closes again, and his eyes burn as her fingers curl around his, and she tugs him in.
He follows helpless to do anything else.
Damon sinks into bed beside her as if he were made for it, as if it makes sense for him to be there.
He tilts his head into the pillow and then winds his arm around her waist to hold on to her, to hold on to her, to apologize, to wonder,
to process,
to struggle with these feelings which shouldn't be his but are. Beyond all reason. He's far too afraid to speak.
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He should say something. He should say anything to immediately give him away to her so she can have an actual choice in who she invites to lie beside her in bed, to tangle up in her. Words get caught in his throat instead. His mouth parts and then closes again, and his eyes burn as her fingers curl around his, and she tugs him in.
He follows helpless to do anything else.
Damon sinks into bed beside her as if he were made for it, as if it makes sense for him to be there.
He tilts his head into the pillow and then winds his arm around her waist to hold on to her, to hold on to her, to apologize, to wonder,
to process,
to struggle with these feelings which shouldn't be his but are. Beyond all reason. He's far too afraid to speak.