Chapter Eighty-Seven

ELLE POV

"How did you know to pick this song?" I ask. My gaze is stuck on Damon; the rest of the world is nonexistent and inconsequential as we continue dancing around the ballroom.

"Elle," he replies, a small devious smile, "you have lived in my house for five years. I would have to be an idiot not to know you are obsessed with Taylor Swift. You'd be surprised at the things I know about you."

"Oh?" I say, slightly surprised that he knows anything about me, "what else do you know?" Curious to see what Damon's great observations are about my life."

"Mhmm..." Damon hums as he ponders through everything he knows about me, trying to decide the best one to impress me. "You always watch Pride and Prejudice, the Kiera Knightley one, whenever you get the rare illness."

"Is that all?" I ask with a smirk, hoping he doesn't have any more up his sleeve because if he keeps going, I might melt, becoming a puddle in the middle of the dance floor.

"Never," he says, his peppermint breath f