Damon stood there, all sweaty and tousled up, slightly out of breath.
He walked over to me in the fireplace, my hands still firmly gripping the poker, not really sure of what was going on.
He bent down and and took my hands and carefully pulled me out of the small space, my left arm hurting slightly as he did so, the poker falling out of my right. When I stood up, my knees buckled a bit because I had been in that position for quite a while and blood flow had sorta ceased.
I wasn't about to fall down but my legs did wobble so I put my arms on his shoulders to steady myself as his hands also grabbed onto my waist holding me in place.
I looked up to meet his scorching blue eyes. Look back down at mine. His eyes roamed my body and my face for a minute before he spoke.
"Are y
