Damon didn't want anyone touching Elena or getting to see her naked. She was his now, all his, and he wanted to make sure that everyone knew that. "I think that you're right," he said, watching her pull off her shirt.
He stepped back and smirked at her. "I knew you wanted to see the show," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks as he popped open the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. He pulled them down, leaving him in just his boxers. He looked at her as his fingers slid into the elastic of his boxers and he slowly pulled them down.