action; truth
[As arrogant as he can be at times, he knows deep down that he's not that special, doesn't understand why anyone wants him the way he is, because he's weak and prone to addiction, and he carries his guilty with him wherever he goes.
And Caroline has always been the better person, the better vampire, than he ever was. He's terrible at being a vampire, and yet she has seemed so vibrant and alive and herself. She might think that she's been learning from him, but he's been learning from her too, and all of that has been building on itself for awhile now.
He wishes he could live the way she does, sometimes. As hard as it is to accept, he wants to love this life, because he can't have another. Not really.
His hands slide over her hips as she hitches her legs around his waist, and his hands settle on the undersides of her thighs, holding her firmly against him. He leans forward into her body as he essentially carries her into his bedroom, depositing them both on the comfortable bed there as he presses her back into mattress, not leaving any space between them.]