The next day Stefan was at the house. Elena and he were watching Dracula 2000 of all things. He had the occasional chuckle and was absently rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. This place, was so comfortable. With his arm around her, she could settle into his chest and be completely at ease. Or at least she could before a week ago.
If everything had stayed on course, she would be sitting here with Stefan, listening intently while he explained what was or wasn’t true and what the film writers had gotten wrong. He was telling her how they were...
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