"Come on, make a wish, a shooting star," Svetlana said, her voice playful as she lay on the sand beside Damon.
Damon chuckled, shaking his head. "Come on, that's not a real thing. A wish?" He turned his head to look at her, his expression amused.
She sucked on her teeth, rolling her eyes. "Boring…"
"Okay, okay," Damon relented, closing his eyes for a moment. "Fine, I'll make a wish."
After a moment, he opened his eyes. "Alright, I wished f—"
Before he could finish, Svetlana pressed her hand over his mouth. "You can't tell me," she said, her smirk making her eyes shine.
Damon looked at her, his heart swelling. Man, he was so damn lucky.
It had been a few days since Christmas, and the holiday had been incredible.
Everyone had grown closer during the celebrations, but soon after, they all returned to their routines.