Damon smiled at her reaction, then began walking, slow enough so that she could catch up to him rather quickly. He absently reached up with one hand and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes on his feet, or on the pavement below them. "I don't really know a smooth way to say this," he started, then winced at how blunt it was. "And I don't know how you'll react to it...but, I like you, Aubree. A lot, as in, much more than just a friend." He looked up, glancing somewhat sheepishly at her out of the corner of his eye.



