Damon stood at the side of the bed, planning his next move. Normally he would just tell a slave to take off their clothes, but he had a feeling that might spook Elena.
"Devil's in the details," he said, climbing up beside her, and stretching his body out over the large bed. It was one of his favourite sayings, and one he had already shared with her in her journal. He started small, leaning in to kiss her neck, her hair brushing over his face.