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“Wild thing/You make my heart sing/You make everything… groo-vay,” blared the speakers.
“Do I make everything groo-vay?” I asked Damon playfully as he spun me around to the music.
“Well, I don’t know about everything,” he replied with a smirk, “but you make a lot of things groo-vay.” He pulled me up close against him and kissed me, almost forgetting to keep swaying our hips to the rhythm of the song. Then he grinned and swung me out, letting go of my hand so I could twirl around.
The music paused suddenly and Stefan stared at us. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Did I mention our dancing was occurring ten feet in the air?
Suddenly I started to drop like a rock, screaming a little. Both boys raced to grab me and Damon snagged my arm as Stefan prepared to catch me before I hit the floor. “Stop looking up her dress,” Damon ordered ungraciously, hauling me back up to his level.
I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and stood on his feet. “You said you wouldn’t drop me!” I accused.
“He broke my concentration,” Damon shot back, improvising gamely.
“How are you doing that?” Stefan demanded, awed and possibly a little frightened at his brother’s apparent power.
“You can’t?” Damon taunted. “It’s pretty easy. Come on, let’s demonstrate,” he prompted me.
“No way,” I told him, clinging tightly. “You almost dropped me.”
“Oh, it’s not that far,” he chided, pushing me away. I didn’t want to go over the top, but I made some show of trying to hang onto him while he squirmed away. “Go on, little bird,” he said obnoxiously. “Fly free!”
I closed my eyes as he floated back, then slowly opened them to find myself hovering in mid-air, unsupported. “It is pretty cool,” I admitted.
“If you wanna do it, you gotta eat your Wheaties,” Damon told his brother with a smirk. “Raccoons ain’t gonna cut it.”
Stefan seemed troubled by this, no doubt worrying about what other abilities drinking human blood might have given Damon. “I don’t remember ever being able to do that,” he remarked, which I found interesting—apparently at one time Stefan had not been so much the vegetarian.
“It takes concentration, focus, discipline,” Damon intoned, watching me intently as I spun around in the air.
“How are you able to do it, then?” Stefan asked dryly, and not without a point.
“Come back to the nest, little bird,” Damon summoned. “There’s a forest creature distracting me. Wouldn’t want to drop you.” I grabbed onto him again and couldn’t help sharing a grin. It seemed unlikely that Stefan would realize what it was really for.
But Stefan wasn’t one to be jealous or bitter, especially when it involved choices that were important to him. “Hmm,” was all he said, and turned to leave.
“Hey, turn the music back on,” Damon told him.
“Wild thing… I think I love you… But I wanna know for sure…”