"I find myself drawn to you," Klaus said softly, his hot breath brushing her ear and making her shiver. She closed her eyes against the sensation, and felt the pad of his thumb brush against her relaxed lips. She should pull away, she thought: wine and lust and magic and power was coursing through her. Everything with Klaus was confusing: playful and dangerous, wicked and sexy, deviant and immoral all at once – she never knew which face he would show next. "I don't know what it is," Klaus said softly again, and she was sure goose bumps were appearing on her neck. She dug her fingers into the fabric of the couch. Her lips were burning where his fingers touched, and when his breath fanned against her face, she almost turned to him with her eyes half closed and invite a kiss. Almost. "It's the challenge," Bonnie said, reaching up to move his hands from around her. She stood up and took her wine with her. "You want to break me like you broke Stefan." "I fixed Stefan," Klaus corrected. "That is his natural state." "And being good and kind," Bonnie insisted, "is mine. You can't change that." I don't want to change it, Klaus almost barked. I want it. For me. Only me. His eyes pierced hers but he didn't say anything. It was like he was trying to tell her something from the way he looked at her – devouring her with his eyes. She turned and headed for her room.