"How do you know the one downstairs isn't my big brain," Damon leered, leaning to the side, until Elena was pressed out on her back. He had suggested earlier than she spread out a bit, and now he was happy to be the reason she was.
Damon kissed along her neck, pushing the blanket off of her shoulder. The fire had warmed her nicely, and she tasted like salted toffee under his tongue.