She's a tangled web.
All her thoughts are tangled and stretched and mangled and all of her emotions, too.
She thinks that Stefan saved her. Not the way Tyler did; Not with kisses splayed across her brow, not with flesh against flesh.
Stefan took her soul and lifted it out of her body, reached in inside of her head and yanked out the worst of her. He stood her up.
Tyler, he peeled off her clothes, peeled away her humanity and let the beast show, let it growl. And his skin was hot against her's and his blood beat against her skin like drums. She could feel every part of him in her skull, in her skin.
Stefan is in her words and her thoughts and in her breath, but Tyler is in in her skin and in her bones.
Caroline , their words whisper her name into her skin. Tyler's mouth, the sun against her shoulder, and Stefan's, the moon at the corner of her mouth.
She can feel them in her pores, can feel their fingers like ghosts against her skin.
Eternity is something she cannot even begin to grasp. But she knows she holds it in her hands. And she knows that he does too. It is a string that tugs them together when they take steps apart. There is a constant pull between her and Stephan and it is something that she cannot build into her connection with Tyler. It's there beneath the layers of everything else, of the now . Beneath the now and the here is the going to be and the forever . And it beckons to her, calls to her, until it is all she hears and all that she can feel is Stephan's fingers dancing against her ribs.
She presses her body against him, against her wolf, and the heat skates across her body in waves. Her lips press against his, wanting.
Stefan's lips press against her neck, his hands pulling on her hair.
Her body, it floats between the two of then, unanchored.