Elena couldn't help but sigh as Damon consented. She knew that him saying he would let himself be happy didn't, in reality, equate to it actually happening, but she believed that he'd try, for her. And she would try to remind him, every day, of why this was going to work.
She shuddered as she felt Damon's lips against hers. He was being so gentle but she could feel the emotion in his kiss. Without thinking any more, making a conscious decision to stop rehashing the pain of the last day in her mind, Elena slipped her arms tightly around Damon's neck, pulling him close and deepening his kiss. Her fingers ran through the soft, black hair at the base of his neck, curling around so she was gripping him close. The desperation she had felt at the prospect of losing him was slowly melting away, leaving just an overwhelming gladness that he was still here, that he had come back.