Damon and Elena at the grill the morning after.

Elena: So, what would you like for dessert?
Damon: Oh, I was thinking about you with some whipped cream.
Elena: Sounds like a plan.

“Thanks for driving me to school, Damon.” Elena said.

She was so glad for finally having a normal time with Damon. The last time she remembered having a funny day spent with Damon with absolutely no worries was when he took her to that bar in Georgia and even there, there were some unresolved problems between him and Lexie’s boyfriend. So yesterday was the day. Yesterday had been amazing and a truly unique day to her. 

“Anytime.” Damon smirked. “Also do you really think I would waste a second without you, Elena? Every second with you is precious.”

(…)

“I gotta go now, Damon. I’m already late.” Elena quickly left. “Ah, Elena? Aren’t you forgetting something?” She stopped and smiled. She turned around and there he was. Smirking as usual. “Oh, what would it be?” “This.”

Damon kissed her passionately. Both of them could not believe on what they were doing but they sure knew what they were feeling. She could feel herself being overwhelmed by him. She was sure that she loves him but she doesn’t want to say it. At least, not yet.

“Now you can go, have a great day.” Elena looked at Damon, tempted to say those three words that have been consuming her but she controlled herself. “Bye, Damon. See you later.” And both left smiling.

She picks up her phone. The second she hears the familiar voice of the man who always brings her safety, she notices once again how much she needs him.
Damon: Finally. Where are you?
Elena: I’m okay, i’m not dead or a vampire or anything else like that.
She talks very fast and right now doesn’t even care that he hears her crying.
Damon: Just tell me where you are. I’ll come and get you.
- - -
He doesn’t say a word when she gets in the car. She can see he is angry - trying his best to hold himself together - and she knows, she doesn’t have to say anything either.
After a while she feels him looking at her and curses herself for not being able to hold back new tears.
Damon: You are gonna be okay, Elena.
She thinks he says it more to himself than to her, because her safety means the world to him.

“Our tree?” Damon questioned as his brows drifted towards the heavens.
Elena shot him a devious grin and smugly asked, “Oh, didn’t I tell you, we’re keeping it at the boarding house?”
“You most certainly did not,” he remarked. “And why are we doing that?”
“Well, because it’s obviously too big to fit in my house,” she reasoned with nonchalance.
(…) “But more importantly, because I want to be the first thing you think about when you wake up Christmas morning. And when you see this tree, you’ll automatically think of me.” [x]

Elena: I still don’t know which one i should wear.
Damon: Yeah… I couldn’t care less about that. It’s gonna end up on the floor sooner or later anyway.