Stefan presses a chaste kiss to her forehead, drawing her in against his chest and wrapping his arms around her in attempt to steer her away from what she obviously wants to happen with him in these woods; against a tree or the forest floor. He's not willing to sleep with her, it's already going to break Elena's heart when she finds out what he's done already.

"I was so sure of everything, where I stood with you and what I felt about everything, but I was wrong," he tells her, running his fingers through her hair. "I know I shouldn't feel for you after all you've done, but after a hundred and forty-five years, you're still able to make me feel something for you. I don't know what it is, but it's there and I can't ignore it anymore."

Lies. All lies. And for a brief moment, Stefan feels guilty about what he's doing when he sees that flicker of honest emotion cross her features. It makes him feel sick inside to realize that Katherine was right about him being the rougher and meaner of Giuseppe's sons. He's doing nothing but proving her right in manipulating her like he is, using her love for him against her.