It's Hard Not To Respond

...but Also Because I Find I Really Do…" He Paused, As If He Were About To Say Something Outrageous. "i Find I Have Feelings For You." "oh," I Said Into His Chest, Sounding As Astonished As Eric Had(...)"eric," I Said, After A Long Pause, "i Almost Hate To Say This, But I Have Feelings For You, Too.

You Trust Me?" Eric Sounded Surprised. "yes." "that's . . . Crazy, Sookie.

No Matter What Happens In Public—no Matter What—don’t Doubt That I Love You And Care About Your Welfare . . . As Much As I Am Able.

Okay," I Said. "i'd Hoped To Avoid This, But... Bill, I Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." Bill Began Walking Backward To The Door, A Helpless Look On His Face, And My Brush Still In His Hand. Eric Grinned At Him Triumphantly. "eric," I Said, And His Smile Faded. "i Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." And Backward He Went, Out My Door And Off My Porch. The Door Slammed Shut Behind (or Maybe In Front Of?) Them.

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.