Author's Note: Here is chapter four guys. Of course a story can't progress without adding a bit of drama. Chapter Five will be posted soon. Enjoy, and thanks for the reviews and alerts, as always.

Chapter Four

We still continued to kiss under the night sky, the parking lot full of cars, but empty of lurking customers. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, and it was apparent that Eric was winning the battle. I tried to discontinue the kiss; trying my best to shove him away from me, but it was useless under his strength. He was much more stronger and taller than I; it didn't matter if I was telepathic, it didn't do any good to fight against him.

"Eric, can…we…stop…now?" I demanded between kisses, feeling his hot breath tickling against my mouth, his lips leaving mine to kiss alongside the smoothness of my neck. My knees were threatening to buckle underneath the raw passion of his kisses, and his surprisingly gentle touch that was caressing against my forearms, and then my fingers.

"Why?" He only asked, placing small kisses underneath my chin and cheekbones. "Because, we can't do this. It's not right." He immediately stopped, surprise flitting his face, his blond eyebrows raised. "Sookie, you can't deny that you feel something for me. I can taste it in your kiss, the way you held me against your body. Don't deny what you feel for me. It's useless."

I finally shoved him away, my face a mask of confusion and bewilderment. I knew the reason why I had wanted to stop what we were doing.

I didn't trust him within a tiny bone in my body. I knew the way he acted around women when he would come and visit Merlotte's every night; knew how to make them fall under his spell. It was all just an act to him, and it threw me off immensely that I was starting to back away from him, making my way to the bar, trying to forget about the kisses and the developing emotions that almost had me falling for him.

I heard his footsteps trailing behind me and his large, warm hand pulling at my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Sookie, my dear Sookie, do you think you can walk away like that after our little encounter? Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it? I don't appreciate dishonesty."

At his remark, I snorted. Well, if it wasn't the pot calling the kettle black. I slapped his arm away then, steering clear of his touch. "I know what you're like, Eric. How you behave around all those other women that would come to Merlotte's whenever you were around like some big shot. Did you not worry or even think that I wouldn't catch on to your games?"

Eric remained silent for the next five minutes, absorbing my questions while pacing back and forth in front of me, his hands clasped behind his back. I pressed on. "What do you take me for? Do you think that I'd be stupid enough to fall for your tricks? I'm not like that, Eric."

He continued to remain silent, but I noticed that his lips were now pressing into a hard, angry line. I took another step back. I still continued, not withholding my stance. I couldn't hold back the emotions that were bubbling inside of me; ones that I had kept to myself more than long enough. It was the right moment to release them free.

"I can't be with someone like that. It's the type of man that I don't have no trust in whatsoever. You have to understand that. If what I see every night is your true self, then I don't want to have anything to do with you. Absolutely nothing. I can't be involved with someone that I couldn't fully trust; that would go and do these things behind my back."

Eric quickened his pace, his face a sorrowful expression of remorse, and regret. "I am….sorry." I was taken aback. I took a few steps forward, my face now inches away from his, my eyes peering into his icy blue ones. "Are you really? Can you honestly tell me that?"

He sighed, suddenly looking tired. Without answering, he walked towards the familiar red Corvette, unlocking the door. Surprise and shock weren't the right words to describe what he just did. "Sookie, I am tired of living up to your expectations. Everything that I've done, I've done for you," he countered, entering the car through the driver's seat.

My mouth agape, I ran quickly towards the Corvette, but he slammed the door before I could get the last word out. I could make out the anger and the hurt planted on his face. With the ignition on, and not giving me one last look, a hurt Eric Northman drove off into the night, leaving me alone in the parking lot.

My shift was ending, and I angrily stripped off the forest green apron before heading to the back to reach for my purse, cursing underneath my breath. "Night, Sam," I called out, not waiting for an answer. "Night, Sook," I heard him say, storing beer bottles into the industrial refrigerator.

I stalked quickly towards my car, opening the door, turning on the ignition, then speeding off towards home, the image of Eric's face filling with hurt continuing to linger in my thoughts, and a trace of guilt was burning deep inside my heart.

"Eric, are you there? It's Sookie, look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I really am. Will you please listen to what I have to say?" I announced into the phone when I heard the click on the other end. The line disconnected. He had the nerve to hang up on me. I knew I deserved it.

I inhaled a frustrated sigh of breath, slamming the phone back on the receiver. "Sookie, dear, what is the matter?" I heard Gran called out, entering the kitchen with a romance novel clutched in her withered hand. I gritted my teeth. "Eric won't talk to me. I think I hurt his feelings, Gran."

For the first time in weeks, I scooted towards the fridge, reaching for a bottle of Blue Moon. I plopped down on the kitchen table, ignoring my Grans' worried gaze. I opened the bottle, and took a quick swig that traveled down my throat. Tonight was the first I had a drop of alcohol in my system. I needed it.

"I see. Care to tell me what happen?"

"What happen is that Eric admitted to me that he's been acting the way he did because he was trying to get my attention, and I shot him down. After when we kissed, I said some things, he got angry, and he took off. That's the gist of it." I took another sip.

I glanced at my Gran, and saw a knowing look there. I knew immediately what she was going to say. "Sookie, why don't you just tell him that you're in love with him? It's that obvious that you care for him. Even if you don't show it."

I felt my world suddenly shifting, and I feared the incoming change.

I was in love with Eric Northman. And it took me long enough to admit to that revelation. I didn't know what to do next.