Sometimes, Instead Of Going Down The Road

Though I Was Standing In Front Of A Mirror, I Wasn't Really Seeing My Reflection. I Was Seeing, Very Clearly, That—at The Moment—i Was All In The World That Eric Could Think Of As His Own. I Had Better Not Fail Him.

Eric Was Holding My Hands, And I Was Digging My Nails Into Him Like We Were Doing Something Else. He Won't Mind, I Though, As I Realized I'd Drawn Blood. And Sure Enough, He Didn't. "let Go," He Advised Me, And I Loosened My Grip On His Hands. "no, Not Of Me," He Said Smiling. "you Can Hold On To Me As Long As You Want.

Oh, God, Puppy Dog Eyes. From A Six-foot-five Ancient Viking Vampire.

I Am Here," Eric Said. "and I Am Here." I Was A Little Amused At Eric's Phone Answering Technique. "sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker," He Said, Sounding Fond And Warm. "eric, My Big Bullshitter.

This Must Be The Legendary Yankee Rudeness