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Damon’s hands were draped on Elena’s waist as they danced in the dim light of the Salvatore mansion. The music swept over them as her midnight blue dress spun softly in the light.
“Why don’t I ever learn?” He sighed, steel eyes locked on her as he led Elena across the shimmering oak floors.
“Damon, what are you talking about?” She dipped back elegantly, brows furrowing.
“I’m talking about you, Elena. Us. You make my heart a better place, it’s insane.”
Damon shook his head with a smirk, “I’m one step away from falling off the edge, and yet you keep me here. Incredible, Elena Gilbert.”
His gaze turned somber as he led them with controlled steps. “I don’t deserve you.”
She let out a soft sigh, shifting her arms around his neck and meeting his mournful gaze. “Damon, you’re the reason I tried to turn everything around, with Jeremy, Bonnie…all of it. I want you. I choose you. I mean, can’t you see how much I love you? It’s like…all my agony fades away when I’m with you.”
Elena looked up at him earnestly as his cool fingers tucked back dark hair behind her ear. “I should’ve walked away before all of this. I should have let you go…”
“Damon.” She said sternly, but her eyes were pleading.
“Don’t you dare tear us down. You’re all I need. You know that.” She shifted closer to him as the waltz slowed to mellow steps. “You’ve opened the door, don’t let it close.”
His eyes studied her for any doubt but found none. Just as the song was ending, Damon’s lips twitched up and he smiled, dipping Elena backwards once more and leaning in. “I won’t. Promise.”