Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Novels & Stories

"Six months? But you were married to George then." I faltered, realizing the timeline discrepancy. "We were just friends at first. Nothing happened until after George and I separated." "Of course." Elena said, though her expression suggested she didn't believe me. "Well, you certainly landed on your feet. Damien Salvatore... he's quite the catch. Intimidating as hell, though." "He can be," I admitted, thinking of the surprising gentleness he sometimes revealed beneath that intimidating exterior. Elena checked her makeup, then gave me another appraising look. "Listen, we should get coffee sometime. Catch up properly. I'm working at Knight Gallery now, Richard's giving me a chance to curate my

Was he… jealous? I resisted the urge to chuckle as a crafty smile tugged on my lips. I knew Salvatore was merely being nice, but I couldn't resist the urge to rile Angel up. “Thank you, Salvatore,” I said slowly, deliberately being casual. “You are welcome, Elena.” Salvatore grinned and sure enough, my eyes met Angel’s icy ones. Salvatore was the first to rise to his feet as the kitchen staff cleared the table. He grabbed his coat from a waiting servant and turned to me.