Jessica stood hesitantly at the foot of the staircase as Damon extended his hand to her, his eyes warm but filled with purpose.
Her heart raced, not from fear, but from the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Slowly, she placed her hand in his, and he intertwined their fingers as he led her up the stairs.
"Isn't this a bit... strange?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Damon glanced at her, "What is?"
"Shouldn't we like be kissing and you carry me all the way up to your room like it happens in movies or something?" She asked, and the seriousness in her tone was what stopped Damon from laughing.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "No, it's not strange. This isn't the movies. This is reality, and I want you to be aware of every step you're taking. With each one, I want you to tell yourself what you're about to do. That you're walking upstairs to have sex with me."
