"Oh, absolutely," John purred as he stubbed the cigarette out and dropped it. He caught her mouth in a hard kiss, his hand cradling the back of her head.
Harry didn't say anything for a while, staying silent as he drove. He pulled into the parking lot of an all-night store and stopped the Roadrunner before turning to look at Eric. "You've lived a thousand years, Eric. I know I'm not the first person in your bed. I'm just as sure I'm not the first person you've ever had bonded to you. But you're here now, and that's where I plan on keeping you for as long as I can. So if you want to tell me about Sookie, you can. I'll listen and I'll be a gentleman and try not to hate her," he said with a wry smile. "Just tell me you love me, and I'll be fine." He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Eric's softly.