As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn't take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick.
I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.
I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.
You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.
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." "Did the psychic think so?
But there's a juicy artery in your groin," he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. "Don't you talk dirty," I told him. "I won't listen to that.
The last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this." Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings[...]They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the side of Jason's truck.
Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.
Ha," I said. "Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?" One," said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.
My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.
I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped
Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.
I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.
The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.
Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.
He managed to convey indifference, contempt, and boredom in the one word.
As it was, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I'd left half-read at home and wishing I'd stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.
I dipped into his brain. He wasn't happy that I wasn't wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he'd better not think about me that way anymore. He was missing his wife.
Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.
I could tell Hugo was convinced that he would get to walk back up these stairs: after all, he was a civilized person. These were all civilized people. Hugo really couldn't imagine that anything irreparable could happen to him, because he was a middle-class white American with a college education, as were all the people on the stairs with us. I had no such conviction. I was not a wholly civilized person.
There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.
You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.
Come on, lover, let's have a look," Eric said, giving me a quick kiss. He jumped off the back porch with me still attached to him—like a large barnacle
Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I'd been given. I hoped God hadn't noticed my lapse in appreciation.
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