Previously:

It was his concern for me that did me in and I blurted:

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Silence followed. I was looking down ever since asking the question and I didn't feel like looking at him until he answered. A couple minutes passed and I couldn't take it anymore and looked at him. He looked pissed. Shit, that was not the reaction I was expecting or wanting. The fact was he needed to answer the question. I stared him down.

"No, Sookie, I don't have a girlfriend. I know we don't know each other very well yet, but when I have a girlfriend I don't behave the way I did towards you today or anyone else. I'm a faithful guy. No, I was not always faithful. I did plenty of stupid shit when I was younger. I played the field. I did it all. It got old fast. I'm older and have no need to do that anymore. If I chose to be with someone I'll be with that person. If I'm not into her anymore, I'll break up with her before doing anything. I expect the same treatment from the woman who's with me. So, your question offended me, however since we know so little about each other I'll forget about it. What has me curious is what made you think I had a girlfriend? Why would you think that? I'm spending my whole Saturday with you, so where did that come from?"

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Ginger was no longer his girlfriend but how was I going to explain about knowing about Ginger without looking like a stalker. I still wasn't ready to talk about Amelia and Pam. I had dodge that at the beach. The timing was wrong. I had to lie. I hated lying, especially to Eric when he had promised to always be honest with me. So, my only option was to tell a partial truth. Like Eric had said: "I may not tell you everything I know, but what I tell you . . . it's true.". Well, I'd do the same.

"Eric, I'm not going to apologize for asking the question. As you said you know each other very little so far. However, I'll apologize for having offended you, that was not my intention at all. The reason I asked is because when I worked for Arlene I heard you had a girlfriend. The other reason if I'm being completely honest is that a guy like you usually has a girlfriend. As they say: All the good ones are taken. And my question was also relevant to answer your question."

I gave him a crooked smile.

"What question?"

"Yes, it's working." And I grinned.

It took him a few seconds, but he got it and grinned back at me.

DISCLAIMER: This chapter hasn't been beta'd and I have written it all in the last 24 hours with barely any sleep. It's a long and pivotal chapter, so apologize for all the typos and other mistakes.

CHAPTER 20 – THE QUESTIONS

After grinning at each other, we fell silent. Eric was looking at me, but his thoughts seemed to be far away. I hadn't played it safe by telling him his seduction was working. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but it was true and I wanted to lighten up the mood. I was never a player and had always been very bad at the "game of dating". Now I was afraid that was going to bite me in the ass.

Eric seemed like he had returned to earth and was looking directly at me. I looked back and waited.

"Sookie, are you very tired and want me to drive you home now or do you feel up to drinking a couple of beers and talking a while longer?"

I was tired as hell, but not tired enough to give up more time with Eric. Plus, I was sitting down and very well fed and a beer sounded heavenly right about now.

"I'm down for a couple of beers, Eric. It sounds great."

"I'm glad, Sookie. Let me go get the first round for us and I'll be right back."

It was technically his second round, but with his size I was betting one bottle of beer was liking drinking a glass of water to him. While I was waiting for Eric to come back something dawned on me. Maybe he wanted to get me drunk enough after my confession about his seducing techniques working and hoped I'd hop into bed with him tonight. God, I hoped that was not his intention. One, that would be slimy. Secondly, if it were any other guy I'd say there was absolutely no chance of me doing that, but Eric was Eric and I didn't know if I could resist him with alcohol clouding my mind. I could barely resist him sober. I decided to drink slowly and carefully and see where this was going.

Eric came back shortly with two bottles of beer and handed me one before sitting down on the bench beside me. Now that we weren't eating it was a little weird sitting side by side on a bench without facing each other. So, I tucked my legs in and turned towards him, so we could talk face to face. He noticed what I did and rearranged himself so he was also facing me. I took a sip of my beer and started the ball rolling.

"Thanks, Eric. This beer is delicious. So, you said you wanted to talk. Anything on your mind?"

"Actually, yes."

That wasn't the answer I was expecting, so I cocked my head and waited for him to go on.

"Well, Sookie, we said today that we don't really know each other that well, which is true. So, I thought we could use this time to get to know each other better. You can feel free to ask me any question you want and I'd the same. What do you say?"

"Quid pro quo, Clarice." I replied sarcastically.

I was surprised by Eric's booming laugh. I chuckled along.

"Exactly, Sookie. That's the idea. Are you in? And I got to say I love how you always makes me laugh. That's rare for me."

That was Eric. He proposes a tit for tat talk and throws a compliment in to make it sweeter. He was a complicated man. Intense. And I had no idea where he was going with this, but I'm no chicken.

"Sure. So, you want to go first?"

"I believe in ladies first."

"I don't. So, go ahead. Give me your worst, Dr. Lecter."

"I think you could stop with the Silence of the Lambs references now, after all I'm not too keen on being compared to a cannibal serial killer."

"I was comparing you more with his psychiatrist side, but fine I'll refrain from more Dr. Lecter jokes."

"Thank you."

"So, are you giving up your question?"

"No. I'm just thinking how to put it."

"Take your time." I smirked

"Oh, I definitely will."

And he winked. Damn him and his innuendos. I rolled my eyes. He took a gulp of his beer and carried on.

"Here it is. Actually, it's not a question but a more elaborate answer about your earlier question."

I was puzzled.

"You asked me if I had a girlfriend and I told the truth. However, I think you might have some misconceptions about me in that arena, so I want to elaborate."

"Okay, go ahead."

"When we first met, indeed I had a girlfriend. Her name was Ginger. We didn't date for very long. We broke up a couple of months after you left the internship at the bank. Our relationship wasn't long. But she was my girlfriend and I was faithful to her. Ever since we broke up I haven't had another girlfriend. I want to be clear that although I haven't had a girlfriend since then, that doesn't mean I have been celibate. I'm a faithful man, but I'm no angel. The truth is that I work too much and have very little free time to be in a relationship if I'm not completely invested in the other person. My time is precious to me. I love and need to surf. I have my mother and Pam. Plus, everyone needs to unwind from time to time. So, having a girlfriend isn't a priority to me. That is unless I find the right one." And he looked directly into my eyes. Wow. "So, my question to you is this. Since you knew I had a girlfriend when we met and worked together, do you think I behaved inappropriately with you at that time? Since you asked today if I had a girlfriend after everything that happened."

Eric's little speech had me reeling. No woman wants to hear from the guy she's interested in that a girlfriend is a very low priority to him. He did look at me when he was talking about the right one, but that could be a calculated move he pulled with all girls. On the other hand, I appreciated his honesty. Not many men would tell you the truth when that truth wasn't in sync with his objectives. Even if all Eric wanted was to sleep with me and be done, what he said wasn't helpful to him. Also, it was too soon to ask for anything. This was our first date. A weird one for sure, but the first.

"No, Eric. I don't think you behaved in any reprehensible way towards me when I worked at the bank. You were always polite and kind, very professional, but you never did anything with me or to me that any girlfriend would have a slightest reason to complain."

Eric gave a bitter laugh.

"What, Eric? You disagree? About what?"

This subject was starting to annoy me.

"Sorry, Sookie. Yes, you are right. Although not a 100%."

"How so, Eric?"

"I guess the best way to put it is that I had plenty of impure thoughts about you. Ginger couldn't read my mind, thankfully, but if she did she wouldn't have been very pleased. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I'm not proud of it, but I won't deny it. You intrigued me and I was attracted to you. I didn't do anything wrong, but I thought about it. About you."

It seemed that Eric's promise to be honest wasn't bullshit. A little voice inside my head was doing a great imitation of Jack Nicholson screaming: "You can't handle the truth!". But, I had to handle it and I was going to. Because either this day and night would move things forward with Eric or it would be the end of the Eric line for me. Furthermore, he had just confessed that he was indeed interested in me at that time, so Tara hadn't been wrong. Plus, it was an ego boost.

"Eric, thinking about something and doing something are two very different things. I never even dreamed you were attracted to me, so your control and behavior was very good. But, even though you didn't do anything wrong I should say that if my boyfriend was attracted to someone else and thinking about that person while dating me I'd be very upset. I'd probably never know, but just the thought of having a partner with his mind on someone else is horrible. There's a big difference in walking down the street and seeing a beautiful woman, being attracted to her and admiring her, but forgetting it soon after. I don't know what and how frequently you thought of me, but it was wrong and you know it. You just said it, so who am to pass judgement on you. I just hope that the next time I'm in a relationship the guy doesn't have these thoughts about anyone else." I looked straight into his eyes. He looked back and nodded slightly. I think he got my message.

"Your turn, Clarice."

"I thought we were done with the references, Eric."

"Well, Clarice was an FBI profiler who was extremely intelligent, competent, courageous and beautiful. I think it fits you."

"Eric, there is such a thing as too much seduction and flattering. Just so you know." I winked at him

"Noted. So, question away."

The truth was I had to idea of what to ask Eric. My main issue, namely Ginger, had been resolved. I could ask personal and banal questions like his favorite color, food, etc. However, that would be a waste. We were talking about deeper things. Things that mattered and I was choking. What to ask, what to ask…

"Okay, Eric. What do you look for in a girlfriend? What's your type of woman?"

"Good question, let me think… I guess I don't really have a type, at least not physically. But let's start with the more frivolous aspects. I like a woman I'm attracted to, who's beautiful to me. Chemistry is one of the most important things there is. If there isn't that physical connection, the attraction, it'll never work. The sex must be good, very good. I'm a man and I like sex. If the sex doesn't work, nor will a relationship. Personality wise I like women who are intelligent, independent, honest, direct, loyal, self-aware, secure, with a sense of humor, not clingy, who keep me on my toes, who challenges me, who calls me on my bullshit and who will treat me well, with respect, care and love. I want a partner. An equal partner. I want to be a team. That's pretty much it. Oh, and if she likes the beach that would be great, since I spend a great deal of time there."

That was a good answer. It was exactly how I viewed relationships. A partnership. A team. However, his comment about sex scared me. Not because I didn't like sex. I did. I just hadn't had much of it. What if we had sex and he was disappointed? Sex is important in a relationship, what he said was completely true.

"Good answer, Eric. I guess it's your turn."

"You don't have any comments about what I just said?"

"Not really, I agree with it. It's pretty much the same answer I'd give, minus the beach thing probably. And I'd add nerd to my list. I'm a huge nerd and I guess my ideal partner would be one too or respect the fact that I am and the quirks that comes with it."

Eric grinned widely.

"I'm a nerd."

"I highly doubt that, Eric."

"Doesn't change the fact that's true. I was obsessed with Comic Books growing up. I've read all major epic fantasy novels. I was in line to watch Star Wars: Phantom Menace and what disappointment that was. I go to every Marvel an DC universe's movies. I don't have time to indulge that side of me a lot, but it's there. I'll even confess something to you, if you promise never to tell Pam."

I was curious. Very.

"By the way, I was in line for Star Wars: Phantom Menace too. And you're right, such a disappointment. But, anyway, I do promise not to tell Pam."

Eric dramatically put both his hands around his mouth, leaned in and whispered:

"I read all seven Harry Potter books."

And I fell in love. No, really. You could knock me over with a feather, Eric read Harry Potter? He liked it? He must, nobody reads all 7 books if they don't. It was cute, adorable and made him even more attractive to me. Eric, the Adonis was a closeted nerd. Who would have thought?

"I was in line for the last 3 at midnight at the bookstore." I confessed.

"Well, I guess we are both nerds, Sookie."

"I guess we are."

"And we are out of beer. Let me get us more. Hold on"

While Eric was away my mind was spinning and not because of the beer. This was a very surreal situation. I was on a "date" with Eric and we were asking and answering questions that were way too personal and something that usually would be discussed during several dates. I guess this was our version of speed dating or so I hoped. I was having a lot of difficulties about what questions to ask Eric. I could ask about his family, but I knew his mother, although I was sure she didn't remember me from ballet classes. But it'd be disingenuous to ask about his kin and not tell the truth. I couldn't tell it yet. I wanted to and I was going to, but I needed to establish an understanding with Eric, if not he'd think I was I total stalker.

Eric came back bringing two more bottles and we settled back to a cozy position on the bench to keep talking. It was a beautiful night. The sky was full of stars, the twinkling lights on the tree and all around The Commune gave a fairy tale vibe. It was romantic setting for sure.

"So, I guess it's my turn."

"Knock yourself out, Eric."

"Why did you keep working for Arlene? Why didn't you quit?"

Huh? That was his question? I guess it was as good as any.

"Why would I quit?"

"You know why, Sookie. She was a horrible boss. She and everyone in the bank treated you appallingly."

"Yes, they did. I can't control what others do, I can only control what I do. Arlene was easy to read. She's a deeply unhappy person and she takes pleasure in exacting what little power she has. If I had quitted, she would have won. If I had started crying, if I left in a huff, if I left running, if I cussed at her, whatever I did would be the exact response she wanted and she would have won. I'd be the crazy intern who couldn't deal. I didn't want to give her that power, especially not over me. I was there, I kept my head down, I did my job and tried to learn everything I could. I bet it drove her crazy that she couldn't brake me. She was trying to break me, but I didn't let her. I resisted and proved to her and myself that I could not be broken, not by her behavior or of my coworkers. She's not woman enough to brake me. It was not a pleasant internship, but I finished, it's on my CV, looks good and although I never asked for a recommendation letter from her, her contact info is on my CV so anyone can call and ask about me. I have no idea what she would say, but I know I did everything right under a bad situation. I tried to make lemonade out of lemons and I think it worked. Plus, I'm not a quitter. I made a commitment and I stuck to it. It was by no means an agreeable summer, but it'd take a lot more to make me quit something I was set on doing. I'm stubborn that way. Or proud, some might say"

Eric was looking at me with an expression that could only be described as amazement. I was puzzled. I didn't think I said anything extraordinary.

"Sookie, you're really one of a kind, aren't you? I don't know many women your age, or better yet the age you were during that internship that would not only have stayed, but also be so strong, insightful and wise. You know that to this day you're still the only intern of Arlene's that lasted all summer. You're kind of famous for that. Every time one quits, people say "Not a Sookie".

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"That's very weird to know. I don't know how to feel about that."

"That's fine. Feel however you want. And I apologize for bringing it up."

"Don't apologize. No need, it's not a big deal. It just surprised me."

"Okay, I won't mention it again. And it's your turn."

I was still feeling uncomfortable about the Arlene thing and my name being still used, but I needed to put that aside and think carefully about my next question. Eric had asked about Arlene, maybe I could find out about Bill and what he said or didn't say about me to Eric.

"So, what's your deal with Bill?"

"Bill Compton? Nothing. Why do you ask?

He mood shifted a little when I mentioned Bill. I had to press on.

"You remember the soccer game, right?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, I wish I did. But, anyway, on the ride back from the game you gave to Bill and me, it seemed you didn't like him much. Why?

Eric kept staring at me. It was beginning to concern me what the hell had Bill told him about me. So, I stared back.

"No, I was not a fan of Bill. He's reasonability intelligent and competent, but he spent so much time sucking up to me, to the partners, to anyone who had more power than him. He was more concerned about that than his job. I didn't appreciate that, so I rarely used him. His attempt to suck up to me didn't go as he had planned. He's the type of guy that might seem harmless at first, but he's a snake in the grass. That's why I chose him to help you with that awful assignment. Although I had no idea you knew each other. I guess the short answer is that I didn't like what I saw about his character. Also, I hated the way he looked at you, like you were a piece of meat to own and not an intelligent, independent woman. And I guess I have my next question. What's your deal with Bill?

I sighed. I knew this was coming and I was going to be honest. At least, it seemed Bill hadn't said anything about me to Eric, which I was grateful for. So, I told Eric the whole story.

"Your assessment of Bill is pretty spot on. I met Bill at Law School. We had a lot of the same classes. I had never noticed him until he began chatting me up after class and walking with me to our next class. At the beginning, I thought it was nice to have a friend who shared a lot of classes. Amelia studied at the same school, but she was doing her MBA. Our schedules were very different. So, Bill became my law school buddy, I guess you could say. We eventually started studying together sometimes and he started showing a romantic interest in me. I hadn't even contemplated Bill romantically, but he was nice, not bad looking and very persistent. I finally agree to go on a date with him. We went on a few dates for about a month, but I wasn't feeling it. I thought he was a bit boring and we lacked chemistry. We only kissed a couple of times and that sealed the deal, Bill was not for me. So, I just stopped returning his calls. I dodged him in classes, stayed back to talk to a TA or something. It was cowardly of me. I should have just told him I wasn't interested and that would be it. But, I was immature and I was too concerned with finals and school to think about his feelings. I figured since I had no feelings for him, that he probably didn't have a lot for me. I guess I was wrong. What he did next showed me his character and after that he's pretty dead to me."

"What did he do?" Eric inquired with a homicidal look in his eyes.

"Calm down, Eric. It was ugly, but not that grave in the grand scheme of things. It was just low. While Bill and I were still friends, even before he showed any interest that I noticed, there was an incident in one of our classes. We were discussing a case and in the end I was arguing, not fighting mind you, arguing as a lawyer with this very unpleasant girl named Selah. She was losing the argument and her temper. I don't remember exactly what she said or what I said, but I guess I made her look stupid. She took great offense to it and after that she was always giving me the evil eye. I was busy and didn't pay any attention to her. That is until Amelia came to talk to me. The delightful Selah had decided to get back at me and she did it in the lowest way possible. She started and spread a rumor that I was having an affair with a 57-year-old Professor I really liked and who was married. She said that was why my grades were so good, because I paid for them with sex. The rumor had gone around the whole school, that's how Amelia learned of it. I was livid. One, the Professor was a happily married man who had been kind to me and never once looked at me or tried anything. Secondly, I worked hard for my grades, they reflected that. And thirdly, no woman likes to be called a whore. No matter if the word is used or not. I never paid for my grades, only with hard work. You can imagine how upset I was and how much I hated Selah from that day forward, especially because she kept fueling the rumor. Bill knew about the rumor, we talked about it, he said he had my back, that she was jealous, etc. He was around for all that. So, you can imagine my surprise when not even after a month of ghosting Bill, he started dating Selah seriously. I think they were still dating when we graduated. I could understand him being upset with me about ghosting him, not my proudest moment, but I'd never imagine that he would stoop so low as to date a girl who hated me with a passion without a good reason to and of course he helped her spread the rumor even more, after all he could say we had "dated". He has the gall to call me his ex-girlfriend. We were never together like that and never even had sex. But, I guess saying he was my ex gave him and her more credibility to spread the rumor. I actually thought he might have told you the rumor, to besmirch my name with you, after I left the car that day of the soccer game."

Eric stared at me. I stared back. I had told him the truth and now I was waiting for a reaction. He wasn't giving me one, besides his intense stare.

"Eric?"

"I'm sorry, Sookie. I'm just controlling my desire to go after Bill and beat him to a pulp. What they did is a low that not even I'd guessed Bill was capable of. I'm so sorry you had to go through that and I'm even sorrier that I called Bill to help you that day and that I let him into my car with you."

"That's fine, Eric. You didn't know and to be truthful, although I didn't have a nice time with that assignment with Bill, I'm glad he was the one you called. It was a horrible job and he deserved to do it. Too bad I had to do it with him. And about the ride, that's fine also, but I blame Bill for it. I have a creepy feeling that Bill was on that deserted parking lot in the dark lurking and waiting for me. I don't know what he wanted, but I'm glad you were there."

"You bring up an excellent point. I also had my suspicions about Bill on that parking lot. I didn't know your history, but it was clear by the way he always looked at you that he wanted you. It was one more reason I had to dislike him, since it's indeed creepy to be waiting for a woman who's not expecting you on a deserted parking lot late at night. It raised all kinds of red flags for me. Plus, he was an asshole to you in the car. He should be grateful that he had the good sense not to tell me this ridiculous rumor. I'd have probably given him a talking to he would remember. I never gave him any opening to interact with me outside of professional things. I kept my distance and made sure he kept his. And when the partners came to ask my opinion if they should hire him after he graduated, I was very candid and told them my apprehensions and impressions of him. They listened to me, because he wasn't hired. I was glad then and even more now."

"That makes me feel better that lost a great job opportunity. Is that awful of me?"

"No, Sookie. Not at all, not after what he did to you. I'm also glad he isn't at my firm, otherwise it would cause problems for me because I don't think I'd be able to not punch him if I ever saw him again."

"Then, I'm especially glad he's not there. The last thing I would want is to cause problems for you."

"Let's hope we never run into him."

"Yes, let's."

"Your turn again."

I now knew exactly what I wanted to ask Eric. And I couldn't wait for his reply.

"Why were you testing me today?"

"What do you mean?"

"At the beach, Eric. Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you. You were testing me to see if I'd get in the water, if I'd really try to surf, especially with the size of the waves."

Eric looked down. He seemed ashamed.

"You're are a very perceptive woman. Yes, I was testing you and you have no idea how very sorry I am for that. Truly sorry."

"Are you apologizing because of the incident with the wave or because you tested me even before that?"

"You never fall for my bullshit, Sookie. I like that."

"Yes, yes, I'm great, Eric. Just answer the question."

"Okay. Here it goes. The truth is that I had been surfing since very early and I was thinking about you and how you sounded excited when I offered to teach you to surf. Now, you're not the first girl I met who showed enthusiasm for surfing when I tell them it's my hobby. Sadly, most are lying. Some just want to please me by saying that and some show a bit of interest but they always stay on the sand watching. You seemed different in general and especially about the surfing. So, when I got out of the water for a break I decided to call you and invite you for a lesson. I wanted to see if you'd accept the invitation and if you would be willing to be ready to go in 15 minutes. I don't know many women who can get ready to do anything in 15 minutes, even going to the beach. You not only accepted the invitation, but were ready when I arrived. I was very pleasantly surprised. When we got back to the beach the waves were a lot bigger, but I didn't want to take you back home. I wanted to spend time with you. So, I decided to give you lessons on the sand only and see if you were taking it seriously. You were. You had exceeded my expectations so far and you seemed really excited about getting in the water and trying. It was perfect, except for the ocean's conditions. I didn't want to disappoint you, so I let you believe we were getting in the water. Truth be told I was sure that once you really looked at the waves you'd have given up. I wouldn't have blamed you. However, you didn't really give me a chance, while I was studying the waves and deciding how best to tell you we needed to stay put, you took off towards the ocean and did not only your mermaid routine, but played chicken with the waves. I was a little amazed and it took me a bit to stop staring at you and go join you. After that, I was helping you and having so much fun that I didn't realized that you would try to surf. I was sure you were going to choke trying to ride a wave. Most people do when waves are that big and they never surfed before. Your fear blocks you from throwing yourself into the wave. It did happen to you a few times, before you mastered it and did it. I didn't think you would, otherwise I'd never let you. You amazed me and unfortunately you paid a price that you shouldn't have by getting tossed around by that wave because of me and my irresponsibility. For that I'm extremely sorry and always will be. I'm so sorry, Sookie. I promise never to put you in any danger at all from now on."

"Never underestimate me, Eric."

"Never again, I promise."

"You better. What you didn't get is that I'm not a little girl who needs protection or a damsel in distress. I'm not crazy, dumb or willing to risk my health for any guy. I knew what I was doing. Not the surfing part, but I'm an excellent swimmer and I'm very comfortable in the ocean. You know I was a body boarder, didn't you think I knew that the waves were big and that I knew how to deal with them if something went wrong? I didn't surf today to impress you, I did it for me. I had always wanted to surf and I knew I could succeed, so that's why I kept going even after that experience. I also knew that if I didn't get back into the water you were going to see me as a poor little victim, fragile Sookie. That's so not me. So, I got back to prove to myself I could do it and to rub your misconceptions of me in your face. So, did I pass your tests?" I ask sarcastically.

"You did, Sookie. With flying colors, I might add. I apologize for testing you, but I wanted to get to know you better and I thought today would tell me a lot of what I needed to know. I shouldn't have done it, but I wanted to make sure you were as special as I thought."

"Am I?"

"Even more than I thought. I keep saying but it's true: You're of a kind. You're quite extraordinary."

I confessed I was pissed with the fact that Eric was indeed testing me. His reply had also pissed me off. But, in Eric fashion, his latest statement had me feeling all warm and fuzzy, although I was still a little on edge.

"You forgot to mention one other test, Eric."

"Another test? What do you mean? I know you're not very happy with me right now, but I told you the truth."

"What about, Pam?"

"Huh? What about her?"

"You brought her up at the beach without first telling me she was your best friend. You were trying to get a reaction from me. You wanted me to be jealous. I didn't react how you expected. You want to know why?

Eric hung his head. He knew I was right. He had me tested about Pam too. Now, if he had forgotten or if he thought I didn't realized and wasn't worth mentioning, I have no idea. What I knew is that I needed to tell him a few things.

"Yes, you're right. I had forgotten about that. But, come on, Sookie, that's not a big deal. Pam is a central figure in my life and I don't do well with jealousy. Can you really blame for trying to gauge your reaction?

"No, I don't blame you. I wouldn't have even brought it up if you hadn't confessed to testing me all day apparently. You're still testing me. These questions, this quid pro quo, is another test, isn't it?

"No. Not exactly, I just thought it was a speedy way to get to know each other. It isn't a test.

"Ok, I'll buy that. I think it's working, because I'm learning plenty about you and I have no doubt you're getting a lot from me too. So, let's keep going. Let's get back to Pam, because now I have a confession to make."

Eric looked up with such curiosity in his eyes, I almost laughed.

"You know why I didn't react that way you expected about Pam? First, I'm not a jealous woman at all. I think jealousy is a useless emotion. It's not helpful and it serves no purpose. When I'm with someone, I trust them implicitly. If they show me I was wrong in doing so, I get rid of them. The truth is that if someone wants to cheat on you, they will. I don't care if you give them a curfew, if you check their phones, emails, etc, that doesn't stop anyone from cheating. I don't subscribe to that. I'd never go through someone's phone, computer, whatever, and I expect the same courtesy. I have nothing to hide and everyone has a right to their privacy, in a relationship or not. I must trust the person I'm with, if I don't, we shouldn't be together. Jealousy has no place, serves no purpose other than to torment you, so I'm free of that. I want love, not ownership. And it has to go both ways. Secondly, I already knew you had a best friend named Pam. Not that I'd have reacted differently at the beach if I didn't know that fact."

"You knew about Pam? How?"

He sounded perplexed and I was in quite a pickle but I wanted to get this out in the open. Eric was being very honest from what I could tell, so it was only fair I did the same.

"I have mentioned my best friend Amelia to you a few times, haven't I? Well, it seems that Pam dated Amelia's older brother in high school and since then Pam and Amelia have been friendly. Amelia is my Pam, my confidant. So, when I was working for Arlene I told Amelia everything that went on and that included you. She was the one that told me you had a girlfriend after she had seen Pam. She also told me you and Pam were like brother and sister. Amelia's very fond of Pam, but they aren't especially close. That's pretty much it."

"Amelia Broadway? Daughter of Carmichael Broadway? That's your best friend?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I know her father, he is a client. Not mine, but he uses our firm for certain things. He's a very interesting character to put it mildly. I knew Pam was friendly with his daughter. I remember her brother Tray from high school. Pam dated him shortly, but she always liked little Amelia. I don't think I ever met her, maybe when she was little and Pam dated Tray."

"Amelia is very likable. She's the greatest friend anyone could have. She's loyal and she's quite fun. As I said she's my Pam. Pam calls her little Amelia? I'll have to make fun of her for that."

"Well, she called her little Amelia since High School. I'm not sure what she calls her now, since she hasn't mentioned Amelia in a while. Now why wouldn't you tell me our best friends know each other? Why didn't you mentioned this at the beach?"

"Eric, you were clearly testing me, so I didn't want to give you the satisfaction and screw with your test. My response would have been the same had I never even heard of Pam. Plus, I wanted to have fun and surf and not talk or focus one anyone but the two of us. But, since you confessed to the test, I thought it only fair that I tell you the truth."

"That's not the whole truth, Sookie. Don't bullshit me."

"Okay, you got me. Everything I told you is true, however maybe the main reason I didn't mention Pam and Amelia's relationship is that I didn't want to confess that Amelia told me you had a girlfriend at that time and was besties with Pam is that I thought you were hot and told her so. She's the one that came upon the info, quite by accident by the way, and told me."

"You thought I was hot back then?"

"Come on, Eric. I think your ego is big enough without me having to stroke it."

"Sookie, you're more than welcomed to stroke anything of mine you want."

"Eric, at the moment I'm having some thoughts about striking you in a manner that I don't think you'll enjoy."

Eric laughed heartily.

"Sookie, Sookie, Sookie… I have no idea where you've been hiding, but I'm so glad I found you."

"I'm not one to hide, Eric. So, maybe you weren't paying attention before."

"Oh, I paid attention. More than I should considering I had a girlfriend when we met."

I was playing with fire, but I couldn't resist.

"Are you sure we only met when I started working for Arlene?"

"I'm sure. I'd definitely remember you. How could I not?"

He was technically right. We did meet for the first time when I worked at the bank. Of course, me as an 9-year-old falling on my ass wouldn't be memorable to a teenager and we never did meet at the ballet school. I also couldn't count the time at the pub. We didn't meet and he hadn't even glanced my way that day. Plus, that was all years ago.

"I'm not that memorable, Eric."

"I beg to differ. You're quite memorable. Not only for your amazing good looks, but also for your incredible personality."

"Eric, you're quite a sweet guy. It's all hidden under this mask you wear, but it's there. I wonder how many people noticed it."

"I don't think I ever been called sweet before. Pam would have a field day if she heard that. I guess it's you that bring it out of me."

"I doubt I'm the only one who sees or enjoy this side of you, but I'm glad. Although, it's quite confusing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're all about double entendres and sexual innuedos, and then you say something really sweet."

"I'm a complex man, Sookie."

"I have no doubt, Eric. Just don't forget I'm complex too."

"After today you can be sure I'll never forget it."

"You do that, buddy."

"You're not the least bit afraid of me, are you?"

"Not at all. Why, should I be? Are you Hannibal Lecter after all?"

"No, Sookie. But, a lot of people find me quite intimidating. I confess that I cultivate that."

"I have no doubt. Hence why I mention the mask you wear. Yeah, you can seem very intimidating, besides the attitude, you got the size and the looks and the status. I bet you intimidate tons a people on a daily basis. However, it doesn't affect me. Especially after today. I might have been a little, not intimidated, but shy when we worked together, but it had nothing to do with being afraid of you an everything to do about being attracted to you. Now, that we don't work together anymore and you're single, I'm cured of that too."

"So, you are attracted to me?"

"Eric, let's not play coy. Yes, I'm attracted to you. I have no idea why you need me to put that in words when I made it very clear throughout the whole day. You're attracted to me too. You have said it and you have shown it, so what's the big deal?"

"I guess I was expecting you to play coy, but as you have shown me today multiple times, you don't behave in ways I expected. You don't behave like anyone I ever dated. It's throwing me off my game."

"I don't want to play games, Eric. You don't need to play games with me. Actually, not playing games is the best way with me. I don't play games. That I promise you."

"It was only an expression, Sookie. I'm not playing games with you. And I promise I won't."

"I appreciate that."

"However, I can't promise to stop with the sexual innuendos. I enjoy them and I think you do too. I like how you respond to them, you're very good and I think it's fun."

"That's fine, Eric. I think it's fun too."

Eric and I grinned at each other. Our beers were over and I was getting a bit buzzed. I was very tired and ready to go home. This had been a very long Saturday. Eric realized we were out of beer and offered to go get more. I declined. As much as I wanted to spend time with Eric, I needed rest more. I didn't know how things with Eric were going to go from now on, but I had a feeling we were going in the right direction. Night had fallen hours ago and the lights looked beautiful. The group of guys drinking had left and the only ones sitting outside beside me and Eric were the cute teenage couple. They were adorable and looked very much in love. Eric had sat back, was looking at the stars, and spread his arms on the back of the bench, so one of his arms was around just touching my back and neck. I got goosebumps. I was basking in the beautiful night, the company and my incredible day. I was interrupted from my thoughts when the teenage girl got up and walked towards the bathroom. The guy looked after her like she was his sun. After she got in, he was fiddling with his mobile waiting for her return. Not long after she emerged from the restroom and was walking back to him grinning. He was busy with the mobile and hadn't seen he yet. And then I noticed. She had a very long piece of toilet paper stuck in the heel of one of her shoes. I didn't even think. I jumped up, much to Eric's surprise, and almost ran towards her and the restroom. I passed her and stopped behind her and stepped into that long piece of toilet paper. I managed to pull it off her shoe, to my great relief. She didn't even notice; her eyes were all for her guy. It was better this way. It had worked better than I expected. So, I went into the bathroom, got the toilet paper off my flip flop and threw it in the trash. I used the facilities, washed my hands and walked back to my bench. The teenage couple was busy making out and I smiled.

When I got back to Eric, he was giving me this very intense look and it was full of tenderness. I was a bit taken aback.

"What?"

"Why did you do that? Why did you run off to get that toilet paper out of her shoe?"

"Have you ever been a teenage girl, Eric?"

"No."

"So, let me explain. Teenage girls are insecure, especially around guys they like. Everything is very dramatic and life or death. She's here with her beau, they're cute and seem very much in love. Can you imagine how mortified she would have been if she had gotten back to him and he mentioned it or she saw it? She would have been terribly embarrassed. It'd have ruined her night. I didn't want that to happen. There was no need for her to go through that if I could help it, especially without her noticing. It cost me nothing to help her and I bet it saved her from some teen angst. It's that simple."

"Not everyone would have done what you did or even thought to do it. It was very kind of you."

"Well, I'm not everyone. But, I'd like to think that a lot of women especially would have done that. As I said before: I can't control what other people do, only what I do. I think kindness goes a long way, even if isn't notice like what I just did. Beware of people who are only kind with an audience or for the credit, those are the worst. Let's just say what I just did is good for my karma and for my conscience. It makes me feel good. I like helping people, it's the way I was raised."

"No, Sookie, you're not like everyone. Quite the contrary. I like that your actions speak louder than words. I don't need to talk to you to see what type of person you are, although I love talking with you, I just have to look at your actions. And your words always match your actions. Do you know how rare that is?"

"Unfortunately, yes. The world is fucked up and people are mean, dishonest and greedy. I see all that. But I don't want to be tainted or jaded. I believe in the goodness in people, for every horrible person out there, there's someone good. People run into burning houses to save cats. People commit heroics acts every day. There's a lot of kindness too, but the news only show the other side. Some people say stupid or mean things, but their actions sometimes prove otherwise. Human beings are complex. I'm a kind person, but I know I'd be capable of doing horrible things to save the people I love. So, yes, action speak louder than words. I agree with you 100% there. You can imagine me disappointment when I stared working after Law School. Law School is great and inspiring, but unfortunately they don't tell you while you're there that practicing law is completely different. It kills the idealist in you bit by bit. I don't want that to happen to me."

"It won't, Sookie. You're strong and have a great spirit, being a lawyer won't change that. Luckily you work with Tax Law, which is less soul devouring. Can you imagine being a criminal lawyer? The IRS is unpleasant and abuses its powers sometimes, but then you're there to protect those who need and sometimes you protect those that don't deserve it. It's a job, like any other. Do your job and be secure in your characters and values. You have plenty of that."

"Thanks, Eric. Is mergers and acquisitions better or worse than tax law?

"I never practiced tax law, but it's pretty much the same, although M&A can be very ruthless. Maybe more brutal than tax law. Now, you know why I wear my mask as you put it."

"Maybe I should work on a mask for myself."

"Please, don't. You're perfect just the way you are. Don't change, and especially not because of your job. You're already very professional. I remember being impressed with your poise and professionalism when you worked with Arlene. That's why I gave you my card and offered to help you get a job at my firm. I confess I also didn't want to lose touch with you, but I wouldn't have given you my card and put reputation on the line at my firm if I didn't think you'd do a good job."

"About that. I know I already apologized for never sending my CV or calling just to thank you. The truth is I never contacted you because I was very attracted to you and didn't want to work for you or your firm. I didn't want you in a position of authority over me. I wanted to be free to one day maybe… well, be here."

"I have to say I'm very glad you never came to work for me either, otherwise I think we'd be in a sexual harassment situation. I was disappointed you never reached out, but I understand especially now knowing you knew about Ginger."

"Yeah, but even if I didn't know or if Ginger didn't exist I wouldn't have contacted you if it wasn't about the job. I had no idea you were attracted to me also, and even if I knew it would be your move to make. Not mine. I'm a little old fashion about that. I like to be courted, pursued, wanted. I like the man to take the initiative. I want to feel special. I'm guessing most women do. If I find a guy hot and throw myself at him and get him for however long, I'll always wonder if he was with me just because I was available and willing and there or if he wanted me specifically. I want to be chosen because of who I am and not because I'm easy to get. I want to be valued."

"You're right. You deserve all of that. You're quite special and should be treated accordingly. If more women had your self-esteem and self-respect the world would be a better place."

"I don't want to judge my fellow women. I think every woman should do whatever she feels like it. There're aggressive women who enjoy doing the chasing, there're women who like one night stands and casual sex. There's all types of women and I'd never say that they lacked self-respect or self-esteem because they are different from me. I'm a feminist. I believe in equality. That cuts both ways. Women should have the right to do whatever they want without being judged for it or slut shamed."

"Wow, you just schooled me. Pam would be proud. You're absolutely right. I guess I was thinking about you and me and not really in general. I appreciate the type of woman you are. I have been around the block and to be truthful, I'm sick of aggressive women who rub themselves all over me, like I'm an object and not a man. Touching me without permission. If I behaved towards a woman the way some women behave towards me I'd be in jail. But, since I'm a man I must enjoy it, right? No, not at all. Maybe when I was way younger, but not anymore. I, too, want to be valued for me and not just my looks. Nobody likes to be objectified, men or women."

"You're right. I never really thought about it when it comes to men, but it can't be good to be treated like a blow-up doll."

"Exactly. When that happens, I feel like a piece of wood or plastic, yeah, I guess like a doll. I very mainly doll."

I cracked up.

"Eric, just look in the mirror. You scream mainly to all. Don't worry about that."

Eric cracked up too.

We laughed together for a minute and then Eric asked me if I wanted to go and I said I did. I was exhausted. We got up and Eric promptly held my hand as we walked back to his car. I was starting to get used to holding hands with him. It felt natural.

When you got to the car, he opened the door for me and closed it, before getting into the driver's side. He started the car and handed me his iPod. I chose a song I adore by Leonard Cohen: Everybody Knows, but put my favorite version, the cover by Sigrid that plays in the movie Justice League. Once a nerd, always a nerd. The lyrics are a bit depressing, but I love them and the song.

"Good choice, I really like this cover."

"Yeah, me too. I now prefer it over the original. That's this verse that's coming that always makes me laugh. The sarcasm drips of it. Listen."

"…Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows…"

"It cracks me up. The lyrics are beautiful and depressing, but this verse always makes me smile."

"You do have a dark sense of humor, Sookie."

"Yes. But, tell me it isn't funny is a sarcastic kind of way."

"Yeah, I hadn't ever really given it much thought, but you're right."

"Are you tired? You must be. You've been up since 6am."

"I'm exhausted, but I had so much fun today with. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun. What about you?"

"I'm extremely tired. I'm not used to physical activity anymore. Since I graduated it has all been about work. But, I did have a great time with you today too. I haven't had this much fun in a long time. All work and no play makes Barbara a dull girl."

"You really can't hide your nerd side, can you? You're always quoting movies, songs, TV shows, books…"

"You think I should hide it?"

"Not at all. I love that about you. It was just a comment."

"If you keep making fun of me being a nerd, just remember you're one too and I have leverage over you. I'll tell Pam about the Harry Potter books."

"You wouldn't!"

"Not if behave yourself.

"I should never have told you!"

"Yes, you should. You got a lot of points for that. And I'm joking, I won't tell Pam. Well, unless you really deserve it. But, other than that your secret is safe with me."

"I'm starting to worry about you and Pam meeting each other, if it goes well I'm screwed. You both will gang up on me and you have no idea how crazy Pam can be. Beware of her schemes, especially if they involve me."

"So, Pam messes with you? I guess that's what a best friend to a guy does. Don't men bond over such things and calling each other out?"

"Yes, however Pam is a woman and she can be evil like no guy ever could."

"I think it's adorable that you're scared of Pam."

"I'm not scared of her. Just wait until you meet her and you'll see."

"Amelia has only nice things to say about Pam."

"Pam is awesome, but she's more of an acquired taste. Amelia is just used to her."

"I'll reserve me judgement if I meet her."

"Oh, you'll meet her for sure. Unless you don't want to?"

He sounded worried. It was important to him that I met Pam and even more important that I'd want to meet her.

"Of course, I want to meet the infamous Pam. She sounds great and she's your best friend. It'd be a pleasure. Do you want to meet Amelia?"

"Sure. She's your Pam, right? And she knows Pam. I'd be very pleased to meet her."

"You'll probably meet her and Bob, her living in sin partner. They're complete opposites, but they work well together. They've been a couple since school. We have a long history together. I love them both dearly."

"I'm glad you have such good friends."

"I am too."

We fell into a comfortable silence while we listened to the songs playing. The day was coming to an end and it had been a completely crazy and amazing day. I was afraid of waking up tomorrow and realizing that it had all been a dream. I discreetly pinched myself. All good.

We were arriving in my neighborhood and I knew that was it. We would say our goodbyes and I'd be wondering if or when Eric would call. I was pretty sure he wouldn't disappear, but you never know.

When you got to the front of my apartment there was a car full of drunk guys with the music blaring right in front of my gate. I didn't know if they were waiting for someone or dropping off someone. Eric noticed right way, not a big surprise with the ruckus they were making and drove past them and parked around the corner. I was hoping the car would leave soon before I had to pass in front of it to enter my place. Best safe than sorry.

I was contemplating how to avoid the drunken mobile, when Eric spoke.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow?"

I froze. I was extremely happy Eric seemed to want to do something tomorrow, but I had responsibilities. I had dropped everything and spent my whole Saturday with Eric. We had been together for over 12 hours. I had stuff I had to do. Nothing very urgent, but nonetheless I had to catch up tomorrow on what I hadn't done today. Amelia was probably calling the Police about me, since I hadn't brought my mobile. I was due to give her a call or even invite her over. I had intended on visiting my mother, doing laundry, some grocery shopping and finish reading some stuff about a case I was working on. Plus, I never wanted to be that girl the drops everything, including friends and family for a guy. If he wanted to see me tomorrow, he'd want to see me another day, right?

"I do, Eric. I'm having lunch with my mother, going grocery shopping, doing the laundry, calling Amelia and finishing some work I brought home. Why?'

"I understand. I just wondered if you wanted to go to the beach again, maybe another one and depending on the conditions, surfing a bit."

"I'd love nothing more, Eric. I'm really serious about learning to surf and of course it sounds like a lovely day with you. However, I have other previous responsibilities. Thank you for inviting me again, maybe next time you can give me a little warning first and then I can plan accordingly."

"Of course, you're right. You both have busy lives, so it makes sense to make plans in advance."

"Unfortunately, that's true. Lucky for us that I didn't have anything that couldn't be pushed for tomorrow today."

"Lucky me. I got to spend the whole day with you doing many of my favorite things, so thanks, Sookie, for accepting my invitation and sharing your day with me."

"I'm the one that should thank you. I had a great unexpected day and I even got to surf."

"Can I call you tomorrow evening?"

"Sure, Eric. You can call me whenever you like. You don't need to ask."

I was ecstatic that now I knew that Eric would be calling me tomorrow night. I didn't have to wonder anymore. And the mood in the car was getting a little heavy. Eric kept looking at me with such longing and I'm sure I was looking at him the same way. I could ask him to come up, but I wouldn't. One, I was way too tired and my place was messy. Secondly, I wasn't going to have sex with him tonight. Not on our first date and not when I was this tired. Tonight, wasn't the right time. Not by a long shot. But, that didn't mean that I wanted to say goodbye, get out of the car and go home. I still wanted to stay close to Eric and to talk to him. The lingering looks and the songs playing weren't helping. I guess the iPod had entered shuffle mode into one of the romantic or slow songs playlist, so the music was making the vibes even stronger. I knew I had to get out of that car before I invited him up. We were both turned in our seats kind of facing each other without the seat belts. It seemed that our eyes were glued to each other's. It was intense and I could feel the sexual tension rising and rising with a freaking soundtrack to match. After a minute or so of staring longingly at each other, I finally cracked.

"Well, Eric, goodnight. Thank you so much for today. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

It took Eric a while, but finally he replied.

"Sure, Sookie. Have a goodnight. No thanks needed, I'm the one that should be thanking you. I'll call you tomorrow night."

I kept our stares locked for a long moment, before I turned and extended my hand in the direction of the door latch. But, I couldn't open it. My hand hovered over it and I kept telling myself: open it and get out. Open it and get out. It reminded me of one of my favorite scenes in a favorite movie: The Bridges of Madison County. If you've seen the movie you know what I'm talking about. Otherwise, spoiler alert. Meryl Streep character is in the car and she sees Clint Eastwood in the rain waiting for her. Her hand grabs the door latch and you can see that she's fighting to have the courage to get out, and at the same time to have the courage to stay. You can feel her desperation and every time I watch it, no matter how many times, I always scream at her: Get out! Get out! Get out! She never does, no matter how many times I watch the film and hope that scene changes.

I was in a similar but not so dramatically important situation. It was the opposite of the film. I didn't want to get out, but I had to. So, I made my hand move to grab the door latch and then the song started. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. I fucking loved that song. I blame Grey's Anatomy.

"We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel'…"

The song was my undoing. I took my hand off the latch and turned back to look at Eric, he was staring right back at me. I managed to blurt out:

"I adore this song."

"…Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough.."

"I can see that. You froze when it came on and your eyes… your eyes are sparkling and excited. It's like you came alive, even more so than usual."

"Yeah, this song is special to me."

"It's a very romantic song." He cocked his head and looked at me differently. I think I knew why

"That it is. But, I'm not remembering anyone, Eric, if that's what you're thinking. It's another nerdy quirk. It's from a TV Show I loved and it was kind of the theme song for the main couple I was obsessed with. I haven't heard it in a while. Do you mind if I stay until the songs ends, then I'll get out of your car."

"…If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?…"

"Sookie, you're the one who wanted to leave my car. I'm happiest with you inside it than out. You're so stunning and I never get tired of looking at you, so please stay for as long as you want. It's incredible how something so small as a song can have this beautiful effect on you."

I blame his words and the panty dropping smile he gave me right after. So, without my conscious command I leaned across towards him and was going to give him a kiss on the cheek. But, Eric was faster and the moment I leaned towards him, he held my face gently between his two huge ones and brought us nose to nose. I stopped breathing. He looked deeply into my eyes and whatever he saw there made him kiss me. He started it slow, carefully, but once I opened my mouth the kiss changed. It became something wild, raging, hot, uncontrollable. Eric knew how to kiss and I gave it as good as I got. Our tongues danced together while my hands grabbed his hair, his neck, his arms. My hands were getting very acquainted with his upper body. And what a body it was. My head was spinning, but I could hear the song in the background, like it was coming from very far away. Every nerve in my body came to attention. There was electricity in the air surrounding us. One of his hands grabbed my ponytail to better steer our kiss and his other hand was alternating between caressing my back and pushing me towards him. I gave the kiss my all. I didn't hold back, I didn't even think. I just kissed Eric like I was in the dessert and he was a tall glass of water. I had never had a kiss like this. Wanton. Full of passion and desire. A prelude of things to come.

The kiss ended when I realized I had climbed out of my seat and found myself suddenly straddling Eric on the driver's seat. I could feel his massive erection and that's what probably brought me back to reality, plus I needed to breathe. I gulped some sweet air and looked at Eric. He had a very dazed and lusty look in his eyes. He was trying to move me back into the kiss, but as much as I had enjoyed that and I had, by God, had I, I just wasn't ready to sleep with him yet, especially not in his car on the driver's seat.

"Eric?" My voice was hoarse, throaty, sexy.

I got no reaction besides him starting to kiss my neck. Jesus. That was my weak spot. This needed to be over now, before it got too far. I didn't want to regret anything I did with Eric and if I gave into him or into my hormones right now, I'd regret it.

"ERIC!"

I can't tell you how hard it was to manage to say his name strongly enough to break his daze and mine, especially when my neck was receiving some very special attention from him and my whole body was pissed I was ending the party early.

"Huh?"

Eric was still in his lusty haze. So, to change the mood I needled him.

"Huh? That's all an eloquent lawyer like you has to say?

Eric shook his head, I guessed to clear it, because when he looked back at me his eyes were focused and although there was still plenty of lust and sexual tension in both of us and in the car, he seemed more like his usual self.

"Can you blame me?"

"Not really. It was hard for me to break it off."

"Why did you?"

"Come on, Eric, look at us. I'm straddling you on the driver's seat of your car which is parked on the corner of my place in the middle of a public street. We're not 16 anymore. Things got a little more heated than I anticipated, not that I regret it, but I think we're done for tonight."

"We could go to your place or mine."

"As Will Smith likes to say: Oh hell no. If you go to either place you know how this will end. I'm not ready for it yet. This is our first date. It was a great and unusual date, but I think a goodnight kiss is enough for now."

"I get it and I understand. I also respect you for it. But, calling what just happen a mere goodnight kiss is a little insulting."

"Okay. What about goodnight make out?"

"No, Sookie. That was an epic kiss. I can't remember the last time I was kissed like that. Can you?"

"No. I have never been kissed like that."

"You should be kissed like that, and often, and by me."

"That can be arranged. Also, great adaptation of a Gone with the Wind quote."

"You are the sexiest nerd I know."

"Right back at you, Buddy."

"Want to make out some more or do you want to go home."

"I want to go home, but I'll take a kiss goodnight before I go."

I hadn't even finished saying the word go when Eric pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply and intensely. It felt like the last kiss of someone who's going to war. There was lust, passion, desperation, affection, and a sensual tenderness. It was perfect. I melted into him and the kiss. This time he ended it. He looked into my eyes, smirked and gave me a peck on the lips. He then grabbed me and put me back into my seat. Damn, he was strong. I wasn't a tiny girl by any means. I gave him a smile, adjusted my clothes and put my hand on the door latch.

"Goodnight, Eric. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Sookie. Don't worry I think I'll have the best dreams tonight featuring you."

I blushed. I would probably be having the same type of dreams staring him. I started to leave the car, but his voice stopped me.

"Sookie!"

"Yeah?"

"I almost forgot. Let me walk you to your door. Those drunks are still there. I don't want you getting by them yourself."

"You think I'm helpless?" He had no idea.

"No, not at all, but it'd make me feel better and it's the gentlemanly thing to do."

"Okay. Thanks."

He got out of the car, locked it and walked to me. He grabbed my hand, a usual occurrence by now, and together we walked to my front gate. The drunk mobile was still there. I think I recognized one of them as a neighbor. Why they had decided to listen to loud music and drink at our gate I had no idea. Eric and I passed between their car, the gate and a couple of them. I confess I did feel a lot safer holding Eric's hand. Some of the guys gave me appraising looks and someone from inside that car said something I didn't hear. Eric simply turned and looked into every guy's eye. The guys all looked away and the one inside the car even slammed the door. I guess Eric was right and he was very intimidating when he wanted to be.

We passed them, went through the gate and reached the door. I fished my keys out of my bag and opened the door to the building. Eric had stopped short of the threshold. He probably was trying to show me he had no intentions of trying to come up. I liked that. I stopped too and turn to him.

"I'm not inviting you up, but could you get inside the hall for a minute."

"Of course, Sookie."

He did as he was told and once he was inside I closed the door. He stayed with his back to the door, almost like a vampire waiting for an invitation.

"I just wanted to do this without an audience."

I pushed him against the door, went on my tip toes and gave him a good night kiss to remember me by. After all, he needed more inspiration for his dreams about me.

A/N:

Hey guys, thank you so much for reading. I can't begin to express how grateful I am to everyone who's still reading this story. I apologize for always asking for comments/reviews. I do it because I'm honestly curious if people are still reading, if they are enjoying it, their favorite parts, quotes, etc. When I began in this fandom it was still small. I remember reading every single SVM story that was posted, now that would be impossible almost. I started posting this story when the fandom was starting to grow, and back then having many reviews was a batch of honor and how people selected stories. I was never well known and didn't have many reviews. I didn't mind that at all. It kept the trolls off my scent and I could write without the pressure of a large audience. It worked well for me back then. Now, with the SVM fandom almost dying out reviews have become important to me. Not because of numbers and status, but because this story is taking a lot more time and effort than I thought it would to finish. The review/comments are helpful. Of course, a review saying: "I loved this chapter" is great. I appreciate the hell out of all my reviews. But, I'd love for you guys to leave more comments. What made you laugh? What was romantic? Is the chemistry working? Do you like this Eric? Do you like this Sookie? Do you enjoy my many pop culture reference? Anything really that gets into the story, characters and even my writing (do I need a beta asap?). I don't mind constructive criticism either. I won't be offended, promise. So, I'm pleading with you to leave review/comments. I need to know if the story is working so far because from now on the pace is going to change. It'll move quickly. A lot of things happening in each chapter. Also, do you guys prefer if I write the whole story first and then start posting it like a chapter a day or do you want each chapter posted as soon as I'm done?

This chapter had a ton of dialogue in it. Quite different from my previous ones. Did it read okay? Did it work? You guys like a lot of dialogue or do you prefer my other type of chapters? It's my first time writing so much dialogue at once and I'm feeling a bit insecure about it. I'd appreciate your thoughts on it. I also dealt with some major issues that were pending. Not all and we'll see more about some of those issues again. Are you guys glad the air was cleared? What else you think they need to discuss. Is there any issue you think might come back to bite them in the ass?

What about their first kiss? Did it work? You guys liked it? I confess that their first kiss is the only major event I hadn't planned. I knew it had to happen but I didn't see it, like I usually do with scenes, I kept thinking about it, until I decided that I would let them and the story tell me when was the right time. I still think I could have done a better job, but this chapter was very long and I have been writing nonstop for the last 24 hours. Too bad the kiss was in the end. Maybe I'll edit later, I dunno. But, don't worry. I know exactly when and how they are having sex. A part of that chapter has already been written, but I still need a couple of chapters or a few to get them there. This time I'll make it the hottest thing on earth. Much better than the kiss, ok?

OH, and I'd love with you guys could send me some fic recs. I prefer completed stories (oh, the hypocrisy), Eric/Sookie, of course, and I tend to prefer stories with Vampire Eric canon or not. I like all human too, but Vampire Eric does more for me. I'm in need of recs because I think I read all the good ones so far, but I know there are more excellent one out there that I've missed. Thanks in advance!

PS: The toilet paper bit was "stolen" from the movie Bounce.

PPS: By the way, does anyone know how I can edit a chapter to fix typos and etc without having to delete the chapter and post a new one in its place. Also, does anyone know if you delete a chapter, if the reviews for that chapter are also deleted? Because I want to delete the previous chapter which was an A/N, but I don't want to lose the comments that were left. After all these years, I'm still a noob when it comes to the technical part of ffnet.