She moaned with his kisses against her throat, every touch to her bare skin feeling like a tiny spark that was trying to start a fire--a fire she knew he would start up very soon when they managed to make it to her room. "That was awkward...," she said with a laugh, recalling the night. "But at least they didn't catch us while I was naked in your bed, or...practicing oral interpretation." Elena whispered the last words to him in a heady voice, drawing her hands down his chest to fist the fabric of his shirt. She really didn't have any problem with Stefan's parents. They were pretty much your typical, American, white bread family with the honor student son who was also star of the football team. They also happened to be vampire haters, but she didn't like to think about that part. Stefan wasn't the kind of man--because he was definitely a man to Elena--that would lead a normal life like that. He needed more. Elena could offer that, even without the idea of eternity.