~Lyra~

Oh damn.

Fuck.

My Damon.

I love that he defended me in front of that bitch. I love it so much I might actually cry. Or scream. Or crawl under the table and hump the air just thinking about it.

Gosh, the way he stood in front of me, towering like a whole wall of sin and testosterone, voice calm but lethal, looking like he could throw her out the window and then bend me over the counter before she even hit the ground—God. I think I just fell in love with him all over ...