Damon's POV

　　What are we doing...

　　I tighten my arm around her and pull her head to my chest... she snuggles there like she was meant to belong there.

　　Sarah: I don't know... but I like being held by you like this... I feel safe.

　　Her voice is a faint whisper, she must have a rose color on her cheeks, and she is burning to hide her face on my chest.

　　I find it adorable! I don't know how perfect can she become! I smile even though ...