The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

As it was, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I'd left half-read at home and wishing I'd stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

Here’s to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman