❛ Replace you? I could never replace you. It’s not even an option, ❜ Bonnie emphasized the impossibility of substituting her born nest mate, a grave stare encompassing her features; a rather uncommon sight for the tiny redhead. She knew for sure, with all of her heart and soul that there was only Damon for her as consort, no other man could evoke a variety of feelings inside her: fear, confusion, awe, compassion, love, joy, bravery and desire and countless more.

Approaching the dark haired Salvatore, she stood upon her tip toes, her small palms reaching for his face to cup it with each hand, and soft brown hues gazed soulfully into a pair of ice blue. ❛ There’s only one Damon Salvatore. I don’t want any other, but you. ❜ Her voice receded with volume, speaking the last part in a soft whisper close to his lips. To finish her speech, hopefully convincing enough for Damon not to doubt himself again nor her love for him, she sealed her lips with his smooth mouth; it was a connection of lips and souls.