Isabella

I stretched my blissfully sore body against the comforting warmth of Damon's body. The man had barely let me sleep last night. He started out worried that he would hurt me because of his newfound strength.

"I think the strength would make things better," I said, feeling a smile on my mouth.

 "The strength did make things better," I thought to myself as my hand spread across the plane of his chest over his tattoo. The tattoo was of a floating skull with thorns coming out of the eye socket and the hole for the ears.

It was truly an interesting depiction, I thought to myself, and started to...