Damon's Alice
I'm cold.
''You're cold, beautiful.'' He whispers.
''It's the New York air,'' I chuckle.
However, his lips barely curving as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear; meeting his eyes and somehow hypnotising me. It's a weird sensation, letting his hand anywhere near my face because I like the feeling of it.
''Damon?''
The yellow tint in his eyes disappear as he blinks a few times, somehow regaining his consciousness.
''I'm sorry, Alice. I—I didn't know what I was thinking,'' He leans back before running his fingers through his dark and silky hair; truly regretting his previous action. ''It's very cold out here. We should get inside to keep you warm,''
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