Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.
Charlaine HarrisThe last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this." Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings[...]They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the side of Jason's truck.
Charlaine HarrisMy mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldnโt accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard peopleโs thoughts. Of course, she couldnโt admit I was literally hearing peopleโs thoughts because that just didnโt fit into her world.
Charlaine Harris