"Prove me wrong." It was a challenge. Or something of one. "I'm not going anywhere, Damon. I'm not running. I"m not trying to escape. I'm standing here, waiting for Stefan to bring your ring. Prove me wrong. Prove that I don't know you. That there is nothing good in you. Because I don't believe it." Eyes were locked on his, aware that she was pushing, but unable to stop herself, even as her heart pounded.
"You don't want Stefan happy...I get it. You fought over a girl. You're trapped in this epic eternal battle. ...but even if you won't admit it, you were hurt. You care, even if you pretend you don't. And you won't hurt me. I caught you off-guard that night...when we talked about Katherine. I saw it in your eyes." Had she been the first person to console him?
"And since then...there's something between us." Even if she couldn't name it.