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“Okay, this stays between us.” In a flustered fashion, Elena all but leapt off of the bed in a quick move to grab her clothes which were now scattered around the bedroom floor. “I’m calling Stefan to pick me up, if anyone asks you needed to,” she paused, the faint butterflies still running wild in her chest and stunting her brain’s responses. “To borrow my straighteners.”