Was she nervous? The signs were there, but this was always the typical Elena, avoiding everything that had to do with the two of them together. He moved towards her, pinning her against the wall so fast that the whisper still lingered in the night when his blue hues met with hers. His breathing was slow, his mouth opening only to say, "Why not?" A hand pressed against the wall behind her, leaning in towards her lazily only to breathe her air. A hand reached up to touch a strand of her dark hair.