Chapter 57

CHAPTER 57

LENA.

And so, I rode with him on his motorcycle, hating the sound of this exhaust blasting through the wind as he sped towards my home. The smell of smoke and oil and Damon's scent remained with me throughout the whole ride.

"Thanks for the ride," I muttered under my breath as I pulled off the helmet from my head. I handed it over to him, feeling a zing of energy as our fingers brushed for a brief moment.

He cleared his throat and nodded. I caught a flicker of something indecipherable in his eyes. It was gone as soon as it came. Or maybe I was just imagining things.

"Uhm," He began as he placed his helmet on the space behind him. "You're not going to ask me to come in?"

My. Things did feel different. I didn't feel the anger I used to feel towards him. It wasn't there. I also didn't see him as a threat.

He was just there. Standing and staring at me through those eyes of his. Wisps of his hair fell over his forehead and he brushed it back for a moment and