Stefan stood in awe, staring at Elena. This wasn't the girl he had observed all these months. She brushed by him, intent on leaving and her foot caught a root. She may have been able to catch herself, or she might have stumbled or fallen. Stefan didn't take that chance, arms shooting out to catch her.
For a moment, she was in his arms, caught before she'd hit the ground and then Elena was scrambling up, pushing Stefan away and slapping him. "Just stop, okay? I said no."