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“You knew I wasn’t coming.” he accused suspiciously.
“I know.” she shrugged. “But I waited anyway. It’s weird because I had a feeling you’d hiển thị up. And bạn did. So look at that.”
“Yeah, well.” was all he said. His eyes scanned her outfit. “You look stunning, bởi the way. A true flapper.”
“And bạn would know all about flappers, then?”
“I did live through the 20s.” he reminded her, grinning like an idiot at his smart and witty remarks.
She nodded once before leaning her cheek against his áo khoác once more. “I know.”
Elena imagined she looked rather odd there in his embrace. He, in his modern ngày getup, and she in her 1920s costume. He, the older and mysterious Salvatore, brother of the boy she was once dating. To her classmates’ knowledge this looked perhaps innocent hoặc slutty.. either way, Elena did not care what they thought.
“Do bạn realize we’ve made dancing a tradition?” he asked her suddenly.
“Mmm…you’re right.” she laughed, pulling her head back to smile at him. They moved together in sequence; like they had been dancing with each other all their lives. “So why did bạn need to talk to me?”
“I’ll just tell bạn later.” he replied.
“Tell me now.”
“Actually it was just an excuse to dance with you.” he smirked. “I don’t really have anything to tell you.”
“Damon!” she gasped. “You could of just asked me.”
“You would have đã đưa ý kiến yes?”
“I’ll always say yes.”
“Even while bạn were dancing with Stefan?” he raised an eyebrow, pulling her close, mouth inches from hers. His eyes smoldered her; she felt like she was going to melt into a 1920s puddle.
“Y-yes.” she stammered.
