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~Lisa's POV
The moment Damon wrapped his arms around me, I felt my anger fade a little. His chest was warm against my cheek, and though part of me still wanted to yell, another part wanted to melt into that comfort.
"Lisa," he whispered softly, his hand stroking my back, "tell me what you want right now. Anything. What will calm you down?"
I pulled back slightly and gave him a small smile, though my lips still trembled with leftover anger.
"Something spicy," I said, almost laughing at myself. "Something hot enough to burn my tongue."
Damon chuckled softly, his fingers brushing along my cheek with a gentleness that almost made me forget my frustration. "Spicy? Really?" he teased, his eyes warm and amused.
"Yes," I insisted, nodding with sudden determination. "I don't care what it is, Damon. I just want something that will make me forget all this… all this tension sitting in my chest. Something so strong that it replaces everything I'm feeling right now."
