"Pull the blanket back around you, and I'll make you something to eat," he said, pulling the corner of the blanket back over Elena's legs, as he pulled away. She had warmed enough that even Damon's body was glowing with it, the left over heat from where he had touched her. It felt a bit like stealing, but she looked pleased, so he supposed it was a fair trade.
"Soup?" he asked, turning the cans on the shelf. "Or beans?"