Vampires. They Wrote The Book On Possessive.

Because He Sounded So Lost-the Eric I Knew Had Never Been One To Do Anything Other Than Assume Others Should Serve Him-i Patted Around Under The Covers For His Hand. When I Found It, I Slid My Own Over It. His Palm Was Turned Up To Meet My Palm, And His Fingers Clasped Mine. And Though I Would Not Have Thought It Possible To Go To Sleep Holding Hands With A Vampire, That's Exactly What I Did.

Ha," I Said. "oh, Ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause They Love Me. You See How Many Vampires Are Up Here? Zero, Right?" One," Said Eric, Stepping Out Of The Stairwell.

Sometimes You Just Have To Regret Things And Move On.

Not One Man In A Million Would Have Allowed Me The Time Without Speaking. I Opened My Mind, Let My Gaurd Down Completely, Relaxed. His Silence Washed Over Me. I Stood, Closed My Eyes, Breathed Out The Relief That Was Too Profound For Words.

Episcopalians Are Pretty Thin On The Ground In The Central United States.