Brooke gave a little moan against his lips when she felt his cool skin against her. Mmmm, Damon. Her Damon. No... not her Damon. But still, Damon. She ran her hand up his strong, firm chest as she rolled in towards him, her eyes shut to block out the spinning room. She just focused on Damon and his lips and his arms holding her close. This Damon hadn't ever hurt her. This Damon had been nice to her. But he was sad. She couldn't have that. She let her arms slip, rather clumsily, around his neck as she returned the kiss, deep and passionate, yet slow - the best she could do in her state.