It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.

They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

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.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.

I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.