[ He's a little surprised when Elena promptly plops herself into his lap (having not expected her to do as suggested and in a very public area too), but mostly he's simply delighted. Slowly he wraps his arms around her waist and drops his head slightly to rest his lips on her neck and shoulder. ]
Mm. Hungry. [ He presses a kiss on her warm skin, breathes in the scent of her shampoo and reaches for the food on her plate.
It's day two (and a half) of them being together and so far, so good. He hasn't yet messed this up in some awful, predictable Damon-y way. Of course he'd spent most of the morning preparing food for the potluck and all they had was a short little chat via the communicator last night. He's wondering now what eighteen year old girls like doing with their boyfriends (aside from the obvious). Asking his brother for dating advice is a big no no. Clearly someone's been making use of compulsion all too much in the past; a one night stand with a vampire is hardly a complicated affair so it's no surprise that he's lacking all the experience ever.
Boo. He can already see it. He's not going to eventually lose her because he's a dick. He's going to lose her because he's not going to be able to please her. He's never been in a relationship ever, and busboy aside, how does he even begin to compare to Stefan? The better son, the better brother, the better boyfriend. It'll be the Katherine affair all over again.
Except he's not going to call it quits this time round. She'll have to do it.
Now snap out of it. ]
Quick little confession. I haven't the faintest idea about... boyfriendy girlfriendy thingies. [ Or he could do that. Simply admit it and wait to be made fun of. ]