Emma's POV

I walked out of that kitchen like my life depended on it.

My heart was doing the absolute most. Like-calm down, girl. It wasn't that deep. Except... it was. It was that deep. Because for the love of God, why did he have to smell that good? And why did his hands feel so-ugh, no, Emma. Don't go there.

Damon is good looking, Yes.

That night....

No, no.... I am not going there.

Focus!!

That's a one time thing, never to repeat itself or Bianca would kill me for sure.

I stopped by the ...