Bella.
Every day for almost a week now, Damon has looked me up just for a light stroke, a subtile hand squeeze, or a brief pac on the cheek or my lips if no one was near. He would always drive me home at the end of the day, and we would stop the car on the way home. W always stopped at our unusual spot by the woods. Just so we could stay in each other's company as long as possible or just have a heavy make-out session. The week I had promised him was almost over and I hated it. I didn't want it to end, it was too soon. I had neer felt like this to anyone before, I really liked myself with him. He made me feel special and wanted. But we couldn't keep lying to Nova and go behind her back. She didn't deserve it. But I was way too coward to even think of telling her my feelings for Damon, in
