"You’re too busy looking over your shoulder, waiting for the big bad wolf to jump out of the shadows," Damon glances up just in time for the first explosion of color. Bonnie misses it because she is looking at him. How easily he reads her. It only adds to her irritation. "You are missing the fireworks." He drops his head to peek at her. "I’ll tell you what. You watch the fireworks. I’ll stand guard."
She pretends she doesn’t hear him over the loud bang. He makes a face and plops the ridiculous hat on her head. “Look up, Bonnie,” he tells her.
She spends eight blissful minutes watching the sky light up. For the first time in a long time she relaxes. For the first time in a long time she feels safe.