Tell me what you need." "You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.

Tell me what you need." "You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.

Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.

You'll call me Damon. I see no need for dramatic titles. I, on the other hand will call you beautiful, lover, mine. I'll call you mine." (Damon to Serena)

One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.

She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears. She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip. “Stay,” he said in a choked voice. “Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy