Damon brushed the very tips of his fingers against Elena's lower lip, tracing them along it ever so slowly. He wanted to feel her reaction through his skin, to know in himself if what he suspected was true. He knew somewhere, deep in her being they shared a bond - a connection far greater then her and his brother would ever experience. He needed to prove it to himself.
And he knew he was correct.
Damon Salvatore was always right.
The slightest touch sent shivers through every inch of Elena's body.
Her reaction to this, was as if like a mouse to a cat, becoming paralysed, and surrcoming to his hypnotising ice blue eyes - entrancing her.