Here’s a little taste of their date night. CH owns them, as you all know. 🙂 All mistakes are my own.
Sookie paced the length of the hall. The seconds on the clock ticked with each footfall, and then gravel crunched outside. She stopped and pressed her hand against the door. Eric was on the other side. Her mouth went dry and her heart raced.
“Sookie?” The thick wooden door muffled his voice.
She swallowed and put her hand on the doorknob. The latch clicked and the door swung open.
“Hi.” A smile spread across her face as his fangs descended. Only a sliver of blue rimmed his enormous pupils as he took in the sight of her. “Do you always wear your kilt when you go on dates?”
“Only for you.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Do you always look so beautiful when you go on dates?”
“Only for you,” she echoed, bringing a smile to his lips.