Chapter 6

*** Here is a new chapter; hope everyone likes it! Also just for fun thought I would add my playlist that inspired some of these moments. **Ed Sheeran- Kiss me, Kirs Allen- Falling slowly, and The Xx's- Angel.

Eric gave me a confused look sitting on the other side of the couch. I watched him in a silent daze as I ran my fingers across my still swollen lips. I tried to focus trying to grasp one of the thousand thoughts that was running through my mind.

"Sookie, I…didn't mean for that to happen." He stopped mid-sentence running his hand threw his tousled hair looking troubled.

"Eric, I think that I was as much a part of that as you were." I didn't want him to take all the responsibility for something that I had wanted as bad as he did. He arched an eyebrow in surprise like he hadn't expected me to say that.

"Maybe I should go?" I said standing not really knowing what else to say to him. In two short days it was like my world had come crashing down around me. I was supposed to love Bill, but there was just something about Eric that continued to pull me in further.

"Please Don't?" He stood leaning into me his face mere inches from mine. That dizzy feeling that had made me tremble swept across me again as I zeroed in on his lips. He must have felt it to, because if possible he moved closer to me.

"Nymph, you're driving me crazy. I haven't felt this way in so long or maybe ever about anyone." He pressed his forehead against mine gently closing his eyes. "That moment I saw you standing there in front of the window it was like I was being drawn to some mystic force pulling me in closer to you. I know that we barely know each other, but Sookie you cannot deny what we felt in that kiss?" He brushed a loose piece of hair from my forehead and tucked it neatly behind my ear. I couldn't deny that his kiss had been anything less than spectacular. There was just too many knots to work out in my head about Bill, and this power that Eric held over my body that threaten to consume me.

"Eric, I need time to think about all this." I said softly pulling away from his embrace. Something had happened to us in our short time together that made it feel like we had known each other forever. I had to fight to remind myself that I had only known him for basically two days.

His face seemed to pass between troubled and confused as he backed away from me looking lost inside his own head. "I know the feeling." I thought as I walked around him to the room where I had changed that held my freshly dried clothes. I changed quickly, and returned to the living room that had been cleaned showing no signs that anyone had ever been there.

He stood in the corner still dressed in his casual clothes watching me enter the room. I noticed that he had placed his icy mask back on blocking out anyone from seeing his true emotions.

"Please Miss. Stackhouse let me take home?" He said holding the door open for me seeming strangely reserved. I followed him closely not saying anything as we made our way back to the black limo. Once inside he continued his haughty demeanor sitting as far away from me as possible. I had mental whiplash. Was this really the man that had just swore that he could have possible feelings for me? Had this all been a plan to try to get to me so he could get to Bill? My anger grew as I thought about it, and the more it seemed like I had been played.

"So this was all to get back at Bill? None of that was even real?" I spit out unable to control my anger any longer. I want to punch him right in his heavily muscled chest.

I watched anger crease his face looking stunned by my words. "I assure you that I am not that grand of an actor. Sorry to disappoint you, but my actions were my own not some devious plot to take down Bill Compton?" He growled his mask disappearing quickly, his blue eyes flashing with fire.

"Then why were you acting so distant, like you couldn't stand me?" I said trying to voice my anger coming out pouter than I intended.

"I was thinking." He ground out scooting across the leather seat closer to me. "You see I am very used to getting what I want, when I want it. So now I have a problem because I want you, but you're not mine to have. So if you must know I was thinking of ways to win you." He moved his arm over my shoulder pinning me to the seat.

"Well acting the way you are is defiantly not helping your case." I glared back at him.

"That's because I hadn't thought of anything yet, but trust me I will fight for you Sookie." He growled as we continued our stare off. I started to open my mouth to retort, but before I could his lips came crashing down on mine making my head spin. He attacked me with each savage kiss each one leaving me more breathless than the other and wanting more. My mind going completely numb each time his lips touched mine. I ran my fingers threw his hair trying to pull myself closer to him as he lifted me onto his lap. His hands were all over my body making each place he touched burn for him. Then sharply he pulled himself away from me breathing heavily.

"See that time I did mean to kiss you." He chuckled giving me his best devilish grin. I fought to gain control of my senses confused if I should punch him or kiss him again.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that minion had opened the door, and that we were back at Sophie Ann's. This time it was my turn to growl as I tried my best to crawl gracefully out of the limo. Eric caught my arm softly just before I exited the door pulling me back so that our eyes met.

"I never promised to play fair Nymph." He said winking at me letting my arm fall. As I stomped inside I could still hear his thick laughter coming from behind me. I slammed the bedroom door not really caring who heard. "I had really worked myself into a pickle this time." I thought as I lay down on the bed, kicking my shoes of with my feet. I leaned over pulling my cell phone out my purse checking for missed calls. There were none. I had hoped that Bill would at least attempt to call me or text me. I shoved it away from me rolling over hiding my head in the pillow. I wanted to scream. I had thought that Bill and I had this perfect relationship for so long now, and now it seemed to be crumbling. There was also the "Eric" factor. Even thinking about him made my heart beat a little faster. I had no idea what I should do. I guess it all depended on what Bill had to say. Also that was another problem, how to tell Bill about the kiss I had shared with Eric? I forced myself up dragging my feet to the bathroom. Maybe a good hot shower would help me put my mind together.

Moments later I was feeling clean and cozy in a pair of comfy blue sweat pants and my favorite black Beetles t-shirt. I felt my stomach growl, and I looked at the clock on my phone flashing eight o'clock. I had barley ate anything since brunch with Eric. I decided to try to find the kitchen were I could find something quick to eat. Surly Eric would be out eating at some fancy restaurant were someone waited on you hand and foot. I opened the door almost creeping down the hall. I started with the front foyer trying to guess what hall to take next that would lead me to the kitchen. I choose the one on the right that was closest to the dining room. Luckily the process of elimination had worked for me, and the kitchen was not to far down the hall.

The kitchen contained all stainless steel appliances that sparkled in the florescent light that hung over a huge island. I opened the refrigerator doors searching tupperware containers for left overs.

"Anything in there for two?" I stood rigid in suprise almost dropping the container of Chicken Alfredo on the floor.