Stefan shuddered when her lips met his again, her small body so close to his. He was angry with her, but his anger seemed to be seeping away the longer her lips were on his. His mind was whirring. What did this mean? He'd been so sure of himself for so long, but in the past week his whole world had been thrown off kilter. How had he gone from being happy with Elena to having his heart broken by her betrayal to sitting here on the couch kissing the one woman he had said he'd always hate? It was all too much to take in, so instead he just blocked it out. He would think about it later.
Stefan went into automatic mode, letting his body respond the way it wanted to. His arms slipped around her slim waist, pulling her tight against him, as his eyes shut so he could just enjoy the sensation. His tongue slipped out to brush her lips, begging entrance to her mouth. If she was determined to drag him to Hell, he might as well go wholeheartedly.