Damon's POV
What are we doing...
I tighten my arm around her and pull her head to my chest... she snuggles there like she was meant to belong there.
Sarah: I don't know... but I like being held by you like this... I feel safe.
Her voice is a faint whisper, she must have a rose color on her cheeks, and she is burning to hide her face on my chest.
I find it adorable! I don't know how perfect can she become! I smile even though she can't see me.
Damon: Well then I am here whenever you want me to hold you.
She slowly looks up at me her eyes sparkling with a flame I don't recognize.
Sarah: You are? Even though you... you-
She doesn't say it but I understand what she is about to say. I can see it in the disgust on her face. She hasn't gotten over the auction. And it'
