quarta-feira, setembro 28, 2011

Eric offered me his hand, I took it, and he put his other hand on my waist.

 Despite the difference in our heights, we managed quite well. I pretended I didn’t know everyone in the bar was looking at us, and we glided along as if we knew what we were doing. I focused on Eric’s throat so I wouldn’t be looking up into his eyes.

When the dance was over, he said, “Holding you seems very familiar, Sookie.”

With a tremendous effort, I kept my eyes fixed on his Adam’s apple. I had a dreadful impulse to say, “You told me you loved me and would stay with me forever.”

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