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...
I don't like having feelings, Eric said coldly, and he left.That was a tough exit line to top.
I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry.That's interesting, he said. I had a psychic once. It was incredible.D...
Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.
[Eric:] I'm hoping that the more you see me, the more I'll grow on you.[Sookie:] Like a fungus?
If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up.
You trust me? Eric sounded surprised.Yes.That's . . . crazy, Sookie.