Damon's eyes roamed Elena's face, drinking in every curve, every line, every expression. And, finally he was reassured by what he saw there. She understood him. She still loved him, and he hadn't completely screwed it up this time.
Then, when she cupped his face in her hands, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. "Yes." He whispered before closing the distance between them. His mouth capturing her soft lips in a tender kiss. His hands reaching up to lightly stroke the smooth olive skin on her face.