-Damon’s POV-
I finally reached Blake’s door and quietly opened it so I wouldn’t frighten her if she was still sleeping. Her delectable brownie scent invaded my senses, and I closed the door, noticing that she was standing on the balcony which overlooked the mountains.
She turned around, hearing the door shut. “Damon?” I couldn’t help but groan at the way my name came from her pouty lips.
“Yes, little one?” I walked over to her and pulled her against my chest.
She looked up at me as she blushed. “You smell so good Damon, is it your shampoo or something?” She said as she took in a deep breath, her nose trailing up my chest.
“What do you smell, Anya?” A shudder ran through me, and my voice came out huskier than usual.
“You smell like a sugary desert, like a delicious vanilla
