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Chapter Twenty One
Eric POV
I knew we would soon have to return to the city, but I hated the idea of waking up alone in my bed every morning. Things would be very different and I knew I'd miss her.
"What are you thinking, lover?" Sookie asked as she leaned on her knees and put her hands around my shoulders from behind. We were in bed, again, though it was noon, but none of us wanted to get out.
"I guess," I replied, stroking her arm. "I was thinking how much I'm going to miss you when we return. It won't be the same like waking up every morning without being able to see you. I think I used to wake up hugging you and have breakfast together." And then Sookie got out of bed and sat on my lap as she grabbed my face with her both hands. "Nothing will change, do you understand?" and I nodded. "The fact that we return to Los Angeles won't be an obstacle to us, you know why?" I shook my head. It was childish but I couldn't help it. "Because we're together and we are two adults who are able to come up with convincing excuses for their friends do not suspect anything at all."
"We are? Because I've never been very good with excuses; I've never really needed them." Sookie just punched me on the shoulder with her fist and I had to admit she was strong.
"Ouch!" It was all I could say. "Eric," and her eyes were serious. "You said it before, if we are going to do this, we must do it well 'cause those two women are really smart and I know they'll be watching us closely. We can't tell anyone what happened between us, nor should know, ever, we were together in Bon Temps; we'll be lost if they know."
"You're right, we can do this. It's not so difficult really, we simply have to make a good story, that's all." And we both sat in silence, knowing it wouldn't be so easy. "Because they won't suspect anything, right? Sookie…" but she didn't answer, just smiled at me. "We're lost." Sookie nodded and we both stood staring for…well, no idea.
It was Thursday so we had only three days more. We had it all organized, airline tickets, each would return home and if Pam asked me where I had been I would say to her went to see some friends in New York. I knew she wouldn't ask me anything else and I'd be safe. How long? That was even a question of a giant size.
"Well, what do you want to do today?" Sookie looked at me from the kitchen as she put a plate on the shelf.
"What do you mean? I didn't know we had to do something," she said, walking toward me while I couldn't look away from her legs. I was sure some day will suffer a heart attack watching Sookie with those shorts. "I think we had enough excitement for one season. We could go out into the backyard and sunbathe all day. It's something relaxing and it doesn't require moving or do anything at all. It's perfect."
"Sunbathing? Is that all what you want to do? 'Cause if you don't want to leave home then we can do other things…we could even do it here." I winked at Sookie though I knew she wouldn't accept my proposal.
"Look, I love sex with you, is great and well…I've done things with you I would never have imagined to do but…I haven't come to become an exhibitionist. I don't like the idea of having sex outdoors, especially when it's daytime and we are in my Gran's home." She was right, would have been weird but I would eventually convince her.
"Okay, we can sunbathe."
And that's what we did. Like last time, Sookie and I laid on a towel as the sun was tanning our bodies. Luckily it wasn't particularly hot one day so it was bearable to be outside for most of the day, but after tow hours Sookie got bored, thank God, and we re-entered the house.
We sat on the couch and Sookie put her legs on my lap while her back was against the sofa's arm. "Eric," and my eyes went directly to hers. "I wanted to apologize for all that you had to endure since you arrived." I was going to protest but Sookie stopped me doing a hand gesture. "I can't help my brother is an idiot or Bill Compton is a motherfucker but I want you to know you've had a lot of patience 'cause if it's been me, I would have punched them at first chance." I chuckled and saw Sookie did the same. "I know most of my friends have been kind to you but it hurts me that Jason hasn't been able to see how good man you are. He always…since our parents died he have wanted to control my life and I…well, I wanted to experience things for myself and I guess Jason didn't like that. Now things have changed, I'm living in another place, almost talking to him and as you have seen, we haven't the typical sibling relationship."
"Sookie, none of that matters to me. You're like you and I'm glad because you are one the most incredible person I've met. I don't want you to feel guilty about what other people may have said or done while I've been here. I've met your friends and I loved it and I like they care about you, but I won't give up 'cause your brother is unable to realize the special woman you are." Then a single tear fell down Sookie's cheek and I picked it up with the back of my hand. "Don't cry, not worth it. They…they'll never understand what you are capable of and I think over time, Jason will realize how stupid he was and things will get better." And at that moment I couldn't help but remember that dream I had about Sookie when we had two children and one of them was with his "uncle Jason."
"Eric, you're still here?"
"Yes!" I said hastily. For a second I wished that dream come true but had become to the present. "Sorry, I was a little confused."
"Anyway; hey, I loved what you said and although I haven't high hopes with Jason, I hope you're right and someday Jason change. As Bill Compton…well, I give a fuck what he does or says." And we both laughed and continued watching television.
Pam POV
I knew Eric and Sookie wouldn't take much longer to come back but the wait was becoming a torture. At last we'd managed they had to be together but the fact of not knowing what was going on between them was much worse. It'd be great to see them through a camera and then playing with that little secret.
"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Amelia from the door of my office. "It's already night and you're still here, we should leave before daytime 'cause there is nothing more depressing than spending night in an office, even if it is really comfortable." And she sat on the sofa, legs crossed provocatively. "We could…go to dinner or directly your home. I know you love my bedroom but I would like to see yours."
"That would be a lovely idea but…" and I didn't want to be cruel, not to her. "…I don't really like the idea of bringing others to my house."
"Really? It can't be so bad…"
"But we can go to dinner, I know a great place." And we set off. Amelia was very different from the women I used to keep casual encounters and I really enjoyed her company but my house was important to me and I wasn't sure.
We went to dinner at one of the trendiest restaurants in town and I enjoyed dinner and conversation but we both knew what we wanted to talk and I was the first who brought the topic up.
"I think we have something very important to talk about," and I looked at her with an evil grin.
"Yes, we do. Sookie hasn't called me even once since she left and it's not like her, which leads me to believe she's too busy to pick the phone up. I prefer to be positive and think that things have gone better than we expected."
"I hope so, but sometimes they're too stubborn to realize what's in front of them. I assure you, I had never seen Eric lose his head as he has done with Sookie, ever. Those two are meant to be together and they've needed a little push to understand what was happening between them. Eric's obsessed, seems a different person and at first I was worried, so if the solution is Sookie and Eric are together, is what should happen. I won't let any other woman comes close to Eric, I don't want any trouble and I know there are many women who would love making them." Shannon, Catalina, any woman in the studio who always tried to flirt with Eric or just any other women of the city. I wouldn't allow it.
"I agree," said Amelia taking a bite of her dinner. "Sookie is a stubborn girl, has been since I've known her and sometimes tends to distrust people; I can't blame her but I must admit that I had a good feeling about Eric from the start." And I couldn't help my curiosity and asked her.
"What do you mean by distrust with people?" I wanted to know exactly what she meant.
"Well, when Sookie was almost a teen she met her first boyfriend, Bill Compton. She was totally in love with him and Bill was her first everything, you know, first love, first kiss and first time. Sookie was obsessed with him and she thought he was the man of her life but he betrayed her. Bill had an ex-girlfriend who was crazy, Lorena, and when Sookie found out that Bill and Lorena continued being together…well, let's say things didn't go very well. She appeared in Sookie's work place and told her that she was stupid for thinking Bill might be interested in her because she was just a kid. Of course Sookie did not believe a single word that came out from Lorena's lips but when Bill said to her that he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, Sookie got mad and said in front of the whole bar that she hated him and he was a motherfucker. Bill tried to hit her and Sam, Sookie's boss at the bar, stopped him and told Bill that if he ever laid a hand on her, he'd regret it." The story I had heard was shocking and I was beginning to understand the fact that Sookie had problems to trust people.
"Damn bastard; sometimes I think all men are the same."
"Yeah, me too. But Bill kept going to Sookie's place after that. I was living with her then and I said to him that she didn't want to see him and if he was smart enough he wouldn't return anymore. He wasn't. Sookie told him that she'd call the sheriff because she was tired of having to see him at her door and it worked, we didn't see Bill until we left Bon Temps." And suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
"Amelia," and she looked at me. "Do you think Bill Compton knows Sookie has returned to Bon Temps?" and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Oh, well, I have no idea. Sookie wanted to see her friends and she probably visited Sam at the bar so it's possible Bill has been there. In fact, it's very possible."
Suddenly we thought maybe things wouldn't have gone well but it was something we couldn't know.
"Okay, I think we shouldn't rush, Sookie and Eric haven't called, so we must believe things between them have gone well and there's no problem." And that's what we did.
"Pam," and the tone of her voice was worrying. "You have to promise me you won't tell Sookie a word of what we've talked tonight because she would never forgive me." And I nodded. "I promise." Of course I wouldn't say a word. "Sookie needs someone who understands her, who knows to treat her the way she really deserves and I don't think anyone in Bon Temps is capable of giving that to her."
"Eric seems willing to give everything up for her, or at least that's the impression I had." I knew my best friend better than anyone and I was sure Eric was the best choice for Sookie and vice versa and if things didn't work between them during these days, we would take care of it ourselves. "Eric and Sookie will be together and I'm not willing to wait an eternity to see it." And we both laughed at the promise. We knew no one would surrender until our promise was accomplished.
We ended our conversation with a toast.
Sookie POV
"Eric, are you sure you're okay?" Eric had been very quiet all day and I was a bit worried. I didn't know Eric as much as I'd like but I knew there was something else in his head that he wasn't telling me. "Because you barely talk and…did something wrong happen?"
"No," he said quickly. I didn't understand why suddenly Eric wasn't acting like himself and I didn't want to think it was because of me. "Sorry, I just…you see, I'm enjoying so much here, getting used to living in a way I never have, waking up every morning next to you and hugging you every night…well, I know we won't be together that way when we return." I sighed relieved that it wasn't my fault but then I couldn't help thinking about what Eric had said. We knew from the beginning things would change once we returned home, but neither of us wanted to admit it and it was…a mistake.
"Hey, we knew this was going to happen, but it's not the end of the world. They're not two people who will never be together again, in fact we'll see us every day…and although not as in Bon Temps, I know that won't change things." Why this conversation now? Was Eric changing his mind about us? If so, I wasn't sure I could accept it. "Eric, if…if you're having doubts about us or…well, about what happened between us in Bon Temps, I can understand. I promise I won't get mad if…you know, if…" and suddenly my eyes filled with tears and I could barely speak.
Before I can realize Eric cupped my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. "I. DO. NOT. WANT. THIS. TO. END., do you hear me?" But I couldn't even move. "Sookie, I'm sorry if I've made you believe otherwise but you don't even think for one second that is true. I…I want to be with you every day, kissing, caressing and even just watching you."
I had no time to react to his words when Eric was kissing me passionately. For some minutes I had been so worried that thought I would faint and it really concerned Eric was the same as I was.
"Are you better?" Eric asked, cupping my head still in his hands. I was much, much better.
"Yeah, sorry, I don't know what happened to me…" but before continuing, Eric was shaking his head and laughing. "It doesn't matter, Sookie. Hey, we should take advantage of the days we still have here and we'll think about what to do in L.A. We'll try to hide it and look like same as always but if they find out…it won't be so bad. I don't care people know, I just want to be with you." Okay, that was all the answer I needed.
"Are you sure? Because…a secret relationship is always exciting but difficult. I want to do things right."
"We will."
I decided to follow Eric's advice and agree to take advantage of the few moments of intimacy we'd have in Bon Temps. Everything was relaxing, doing normal things and seeing friends. Tara had liked Eric, she told he was perfect for me and I'd be stupid if I let him go. We repeated the same conversation during afternoon when Eric had to go to Shreveport to confirm flight plans, or at least that was what he said.
"So…we have home for us alone," I nodded and Tara grinned. "Do not get me wrong, your boyfriend is really hot, but I missed our talks." She was the only one. I missed Tara a lot in L.A. and being together again was great. "Tell me, how is sex with that man? 'Cause I've the feeling that there must be…mind blowing."
"Okay; yes, it is, but I'm not comfortable talking about it." Although it was with my best girl friend and especially in my Gran's house.
"C'mon, we're like sisters, since we were kids; the only thing missing is Amelia through that door. So tell me, and I promise I won't say a word to another living being about you tell me, but I need details."
I knew Tara wouldn't give up and deep down I didn't want her to do it. There were not many people I could talk about my relationship with Eric, especially in L.A., but with her and in Bon Temps, it was like a secret. "Eric is…he's the most amazing man I've ever been, sexually speaking; it's like having an orgasm every time he touches me, I'd never felt that way and I love it. I know I said sex with Alcide was amazing," and Tara nodded. "But this is different; Eric is different and doesn't mind me having a brother who is a total asshole, that I've lived all my life in a small town or anything else that I could tell him, he's always there, listening with a smile on his face. He makes me feel…" and I stopped. Beloved? I hadn't even been able to tell Eric 'I love you," so how could I say that I felt beloved?
"Sookie? He makes you feel…?"
"Eric's told me 'I love you,' twice." And I thought Tara's eyes would go out of their sockets by the way her eyelids opened.
"OH MY GOD!" and she almost jumped up from the couch to her feet. "He loves you! I can't believe it, you're the luckiest woman in the world. Not only have you a boyfriend who is a sex god, besides he loves you. You don't know how lucky you are." And I really had no idea how lucky I was. If I wasn't able to tell Eric that I loved him, how was I going to feel lucky for having Eric? Yes, sex was awesome and many other things but there was more, a lot more. "Sookie, have you said that you loved him?"
"No," I muttered. I felt guilty for not having done it but I really wasn't ready. I knew Tara would be freaking out but she knew very well my love history and how complicated it was for me. "Hey, I care a lot about Eric but…you know, sometimes say the big word is harder than it looks. I love being with him and he makes me feel good but I'm not yet ready to say 'I love you, Eric.'" Actually it was good to say it, but telling it to Tara was one thing and come face to face with Eric and say it openly, it was a very different story.
"Sookie, I'm saying this to you 'cause I'm your friend. You're being stupid," and my eyes were as shocked as the rest of my body. "Sorry to be so honest but it's true. No matter what happened with Bill, Quinn or Alcide, they are your past now and you can't continue living in the past. I've seen how much they've made you suffer in last years and it hasn't been fair. You're a good person and you trust in people, maybe too much, but it is a nice quality. Honey, what I'm tryin' to say is sometimes you have to be a really bitch or let yourself go to get what you want. You already have Eric and I doubt there may be another woman he's interested in, but that's not enough. You have to show him that you love him."
Tara was right but I wasn't as brave as her. Tara was a strong woman who knew what she wanted and how to manage. I had tried all my life to be like her but I couldn't. In high school I wanted to be strong and ignore everything that bothered me and what people might say about me but I couldn't help it, I failed and Tara was always there to help me. It'd been that since I had memory and even Tara had faced Jason when we fought. She never let me feel out of place and therefore I loved her as my own sister.
"What if I'm unable to tell anyone else?" and Tara looked at me confused. "I mean, what if a person has suffered so much for love that's no longer able to feel it again? Is that possible?" It was something I had thought about before but now I was thinking on it frequent since I was with Eric. "What the fuck are you talking about, Sookie?" Tara said as she held my hands. "There's not a finite number of times a person can say 'I love you," that's bullshit and I don't know why we're talking about this. Hey, have you stopped to think maybe when you told them that you loved them, it wasn't true? It is quite possible that scares you tell Eric that you love him 'cause you didn't say it before, at least not seriously." Tara's words began to make sense for me. Maybe it was true that I'd never loved any of them and that was the reason because it was so hard to say, 'cause I hadn't done it before.
"Okay, maybe you're right…"
"I know I'm right; Sookie, no one can force you to say or do whatever you don't want to but eventually you'll understand that's what you wanted from beginning." I knew she was right. "I know you'll do the right thing."
We chatted for an hour more and then I heard a car parking in my driveway.
"Well, it's time to go, you've got company." Tara said getting up off the couch and giving me a hug. "You don't have to go, we can keep all three together for a while," but she was shaking her head. "Don't worry, actually I have to go 'cause…" and her eyes went to the floor. "…because I have a date."
"Tara Thornton, you have to tell me! A date? Are you dating someone I know?" I was acting like a hysterical teen but I didn't care, I wanted to know. "Come on, I've introduced you to my boyfriend so you have to tell me you're dating with."
"Sookie, I…" she hesitated, and I didn't know if it was because she didn't want to jinx it or she was ashamed. "Tara, what is it?"
"Hey, it's a…little complicated, he's someone you and I know for a long time and never…well, it had never happened anything between us but things have changed now…" Wouldn't be easier to tell me who was this man? I was beginning to think the worst. "Tara, I begin to believe you're dating with a mass murdered or something like that. Although I think it would be much worse if you told me you were dating Bill Compton." And we both laughed slightly. "'Cause you're not dating Bill, are you?"
"NO, of course not! God…that would…I'd never be able to betray you that way. Besides, you know I'd be willing to kick his ass any time. No, not Bill Compton." Although I sighed relieved I still wanted to know the mysterious man Tara was dating with. "Hey, if I tell you, well, I need you to promise me that you won't freak out or anything, okay?"
"I promise I won't freak out."
"Sam." She whispered.
"Sam? Like Sam Merlotte?" and Tara nodded slightly. "Wow…I didn't expect that. Uh…um…are you dating Sam Merlotte? The same Sam Merlotte who we worked with for so long?" and nodded again. "Well…it's weird but…it's great for you."
"Aren't you mad?" and I was even more surprised by her question.
"Mad? With you? Why should I be? Sam and I've never been anything like that…"
"I know, but I knew Sam had always been in love with you and…well, I wasn't sure if you'd mind or…"
"No! It doesn't bother to me, I'm really happy for you two, glad you're dating someone and Sam is a good man. Seriously, Tara, I think is great although I admit I'm surprised. Well, the last person you were dating with was JB and that didn't end well." It was true, JB was a lovely guy but not too smart. He basically lived by his physical and while Tara had been delighted to date with him, I always knew it wouldn't last.
"I know, JB is great but…I dunno, we weren't meant to be together. 'Sides, you know I've always had hope that Jason and I…" and I cringed when she said his name. I had spent some time without knowing anything about him and Tara had reminded him to me now. "Well, I believe it's been bullshit to think he might notice me. And the other night, when you came into the bar with Eric and we drank a lot, Sam took me home and…well, you know…"
"I don't need details, but I'm happy for you. I think you two will be fine." And we went back to hug at the moment Eric opened the door.
"Am I interrupting something?" asked from the doorway. "Because I can come back later if you need to keep talking."
"No, no need. I was already going, see you guys later." And Tara said goodbye to us, got in her car and left.
"Hi," I said smiling at him. "I wasn't sure when you'd come back, I phoned Tara and told her to come. We've been talking about girl stuff." And Eric smiled wickedly.
"Girl stuff? I'd have come earlier if I'd known," and turned his lips to my neck and kissed me deeply. I let out a series of moans until he stopped.
"Why did you stop?" and I was "almost" upset. Kissing a person like that and then stop it was as torture. But I knew I couldn't get mad at Eric, besides he'd be able to compensate me soon. "By the way, where have you been? You left with a lot of mystery this morning."
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" and with that crooked smile I loved, he looked at me into my eyes, bowed his head until his lips were touching that spot closer to my ear and whispered softly. "Nice try, but it is a surprise." For a second I had forgotten what we were talking about 'cause his breath was so close to me was the biggest distraction.
"A surprise?" I asked puzzled. "What kind of surprise? 'Cause the only surprises I've had in my life have been very nasty and…"
"I promise you'll love it."
A surprised I would love? I'm not usually the kind of person who does or wants other do to me a surprise party but I knew in Eric's case couldn't be a bad thing.
"All right."
"I want you to be ready at eight o'clock, a nice dress, a pretty smile on your face and especially, I don't want you to ask me; anything."
"What a demanding man; I'll do what I can but I can't promise I won't ask, is superior to me." But even I wanted to know everything about what Eric had planned, I was willing to wait. "I'll be a good girl."
We made love on the couch, no time to climb the stairs until the bedroom and when we finished, we went into the shower. We made a repeat of the show and then Eric said he would dress in the other room. I opened my mouth to argue his decision but I decided not to.
I hadn't brought fancy clothes from L.A. 'cause I thought spend a few days of quiet, so the most space in my suitcase was occupied by jeans, shirts, and light jersey, sneakers and flip flops. I thought spend most of the day sunbathing and seeing friends, but when Eric showed up, well, things changed.
Luckily, I had left clothes in Bon Temps and although they weren't wonderful, I found a white dress decorated with red flowers on it and heeled red shoes that fit perfectly with my dress. I remembered the last time I'd worn that dress. It was when Amelia convinced me to have a night only for girls after my breakup with Bill. It was a perfect night, Amelia, Tara and I like the old times and I'd never forget it. That memory put a smile on my lips and I knew wear this dress tonight was the right decision. I put on a little mask and gloss and left the room. I had left my hair down 'cause I knew Eric loved to caress it.
I leaned slightly into the other room and saw it was empty, Eric finished before me and he was probably waiting in the living room, so I went downstairs and there he was, wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove and a blue electric buttoned shirt that enhanced the tone of his eyes. Yes, I thought I was pretty until I saw him. Eric was…well the only thing I could think about was jumping on him and forget the surprised he had prepared for me.
"Well, I'm ready."
"You're a vision, my lover. That dress…" and I knew Eric couldn't take his eyes off me. A normal dress but a mission accomplished. "I would support if you decide to put that dress in your suitcase for the trip back to L.A."
"I'll think about it." And I winked at him.
"Shall we go?" and extended his hand to hold mine, opened the door and I locked it behind us. We got in the car and took the road that led to Shreveport.
"Shreveport? Are we going to Shreveport?" Eric glanced at me and smiled slightly. I knew he wouldn't answer any of my questions but I couldn't help it. "Come on, nothing happens if you give me a clue. You could even tell me everything and I promise you that I will be surprised when we arrive." But Eric was relentless. He wanted to make me suffer until the end, I knew it. "You're cruel."
The trip to Shreveport was eternal to me 'cause Eric and I just talked about things unrelated to what was happening that night. He didn't say a word about what he had planned and was very frustrating.
"We've arrived," and all I could see in front of us was the façade of a fancy restaurant that I had heard about. Its opening was a few weeks before Amelia and I had gone from Bon Temps. People said it was an amazing place and everyone who was someone in Shreveport had a dinner reservation.
"Eric, this place…I mean…it's almost impossible to dinner here…and pretty expensive."
"Sookie," he said as he turned off the engine and held one of my hands in his. "I don't care if is expensive or not, I've noticed we haven't even had a date and at least I'd like to have dinner with you like a normal couple before we return to Los Angeles."
"But…" and I knew Eric wouldn't let me go on. "But nothing, Sookie. The money is nothing if you can't share it with people you care about. Come on," and opened his door and then helped me out of the car.
The truth was the restaurant was lovely. There were large windows with burgundy curtains at the ends and looked very romantic. Most tables were occupied by groups of people and it was strange for a place that seemed to have designed for couples in love. Upon entering I realized how beautiful everything was. The lights were tenuous but enough and it had a candle and a red rose on each table.
"Good night, how can I help you?" asked a middle-aged man wearing a black suit, white buttoned shirt and bow tie.
"Good nigh, I have a dinner reservation; Northman's name." Eric answered with certainty. I loved it when he took that tone of voice, it made him look even sexier, if that was possible. "Yes, Mr. Northman, follow me, please."
The same man we had seen at the entrance took us to our table. It was amazing, it was in one side and from there I could see the whole restaurant but at the same time we had privacy. Eric pulled out my chair to help me like a gentleman.
"Thanks," I said and Eric walked to the opposite chair. It was a little big table for two people so Eric pulled his chair near mine to be closer together. "Do you like it?" he asked stroking my hand gently. "I love it, but it wasn't necessary for you to do this; I don't need expensive restaurants to have fun with you."
"It's not only about that; you see, you've done so much for me since I appeared at your door. You could have told me get out or find a hotel but nevertheless welcomed me. I assure you I did expect things to go well when I came but not so well." He smiled sheepishly. The truth was that I was surprised to see Eric on my porch that night so I never would have asked him to leave. "You hadn't to do this to thank me because actually I should be grateful." And I added whispering. "Since you came to Bon Temps I've enjoyed the best sex of my life," wasn't the typical restaurant conversation and I didn't want anyone else to hear it. "Well, you've not the only one who enjoyed, Sookie," and just when the conversations was interesting, the waiter appeared. I blushed slightly even though I was sure he hadn't heard a word.
The dinner was great, the kind of food you expect to find in a restaurant of this category and I really enjoyed having dinner with Eric as he held my hand until I needed both of them to cut the meat, which was absolutely delicious.
"Well, dinner was awesome," said to Eric who suddenly seemed nervous and I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "Eric, are you okay? Haven't you liked dinner or it's something I said?"
"No, everything's been great," but his eyes betrayed him. Something was walking through his mind and seemed to be important. "Well…I…Sookie I…" Okay, I'd never heard Eric stutter and I was concerned. He was the most confident person I'd known and he behaved like a frightened child now.
"Eric, what is it?" and he just looked into my eyes and put down on the table a small black velvet box. No, no, no. Please, not an engagement ring. Not an engagement ring. What the hell was he thinking?
Eric POV
I had put the box in one compartment of the car where I knew Sookie couldn't see it so it would be a surprise. I put on my jacket, looked one more time in the mirror, took a deep breath and went downstairs to wait for Sookie in the living room.
I wasn't sure if I could do it or not, but at least I wanted to try and I was ready for any reaction.
The dinner was great and Sookie and I were enjoying as we talked, laughed and everything was wonderful. Before dessert arrived I decided it was time for my surprise and I did.
I couldn't utter a word so I just simply put the box down on the table and looked into her eyes. Neither of us said anything but Sookie seemed nervous and afraid.
Sookie slowly turned her hands into the box and opened it.
Sorry for the end, but I had to. :D
Hope you liked the chapter.