The cold bit through the wreckage, but Damon didn't feel it. Not really. Not with Sylvia sitting so close, looking at him like that.
He couldn't figure her out. Not now. Not here. Not with the darkness casting long shadows behind her and that look in her grey eyes…
Still, Damon kept his calm. His voice low, steady.
"Your Sylvia, that's what I think of you…"
Sylvia paused. Her eyes,sharp, nervous, flicked up to meet his. Grey eyes locking onto dark eyes.
Her lips trembled just faintly as she lowered her head.
"That's a very Damon thing to say…"
She bit her lower lip, her breath shaky. As if some invisible weight was pulling her under and she was trying not to drown.
"I mean what do you think of me as..a…."
Damon blinked. He could hear her heartbeat. Fast. Nervous. He could feel the heat of her body so close, warming the chilled air between them.
