With the exception of the morning after Caroline had found out she’d slept with a vampire, Damon had never seen her so emotional. It worried him a little bit, but he tried to shrug it off as a girl thing. He moved closer to her and tried to ease up her mood by gently rubbing her shoulders. He had it on good authority that he gave good massages.
“No one’s going to hate you, Caroline.” Damon sighed to himself. “Whatever you did, I promise I won’t hate you for it.”
Damon didn’t know what exactly it was that Caroline had done, but he couldn’t imagine it being anything terrible. For the years she’d spent with him he had found her remarkably tolerable. He even enjoyed her presence.