I took Eric's hand in mine and let him lead me. He held me close as we swayed to the music. My stomach was doing flips. "Calm down, Sookie," I told myself; "you're just dancing."
"You're a great dancer," I told Eric embarrassed as the music picked up. He spun me around, and pulled me closer to him.
"Thanks;" Eric replied and dipped me. He actually dipped me! Oh, this is great. I couldn't help laughing widely.
When the song ended, Eric deposited me on the couch, and took the spot next to me. "Chasing Pavements" was playing in the background.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked Eric my curiously getting the better of me.
"Sure," Eric said a little reserved.
"How do you know Pam?" I asked. Obviously Pam wasn't dating Eric.
"Oh," Eric said sounding relieved; "Pam is my sister."
"Can I ask another question?"
"Okay," Eric replied.
"How did you get into the club the other night without a fake I.D?" I had been wondering about that since that night.
"Well, our Aunt owns that club, so we get in no problem," Eric replied nonchalantly; as if everyone's family owned popular clubs.
"You must be fairly close to her for her to let you in underage."
"Well, she took us in after our mother died," Eric said with a little sadness in his voice. "Our fathers business kept him away too much for us to depend on him.
"I'm sorry," I said knowing how he felt. "When did she pass?"
"Long ago when we were little," Eric replied staring out the window.
"My parents have passed," I revealed, a little sadness in my voice.
"How old were you?" Eric asked turning to look at me.
"When I was seven," I replied looking down at my hands. "My Grandmother raised my brother and me." A lone tear trailed down me cheek. "She passed last year."
"I'm sorry Sookie," Eric said taking my hand; "I didn't mean to make you sad."
"It's not your fault, I just miss Gran," I sighed.
To my surprise Eric reached over with his free hand and gently lifted my chin. My breath hitched as he leaned in. His lips met mine. Soft, gentle kissing turned feverous quickly. His tongue darted out and danced with mine. I couldn't get enough. His taste was intoxicating me, making my head swim.
"Ahem,"
"Yes, Pam?" Eric asked annoyed as I abruptly set to righting myself.
"Sorry to interrupt," Pam said not sounding sorry at all; "but we should head out, we have to meet Aunt Sophie for brunch tomorrow."
I walked Eric to his car as Pam and Amelia were saying goodnight inside.
"I had fun tonight," I said to Eric.
"Me too, we should do it again," Eric said honestly. "What are you doing Friday?
"Just going to school," I replied.
"Well, how about I take you out?" Eric asked confident.
"Sounds good," I replied excitedly.
Eric and I exchanged phone numbers as Amelia and Pam came out of the house.
"Goodnight," Eric said as he kissed me softly.
"Goodnight," I replied shaky after Eric released me from his spell.
"Man, I'm tired," Amelia said after we cleaned up.
"Head to bed, I'm just going to write a bit," I told Amelia.
"Are you sure, Sook?" Amelia asked.
"I'm sure, we can hang out tomorrow," I said honestly.
After I heard Amelia's faint snoring coming down the hall I pulled my burgundy faux leather journal out of my backpack. I curled up on her couch and unwound the braided cord wrap. I wrote:
"Pivoting motion, discovery your eyes,
Embarrassed I looked away; your beauty should be a crime.
Surprising me you asked for a dance,
I followed you and fell under your trance.
Soft lips met mine, heating me through.
I had to have more, my red flame turned blue.
Hearing "Ahem" we disentangled,
Leaving me breathless and positively dazzled.
Walking you out, gave me one last kiss.
Giving me hope, leaving me feeling bliss."
