“I did,” Elena nodded. And it was true. Though last night had certainly not been planned she had slept amazingly well. At least until she realized that she wasn’t alone. Eyes slid shut a moment at the kiss, sliding open to watch him as he moved away.
Her gaze was full of questions, somewhat relieved that he wasn’t leaving completely. Damon was right. They did have a lot to discuss and it probably would be better if they did so fully dressed. “Alright,” Elena answered softly, waiting for him to exit before she sat up, rummaging for something to throw on.
She settled for the shirt he’d worn as Rhett Butler, shuffling out, arms wound herself. “Coffee?” If ever there was a discussion that needed caffeine this was it, after all. She didn’t wait for an answer, moving around the kitchen, gathering supplies.