Soren

“We could go back," he said. In the dome light of the car, his face looked hard as stone. "We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each other's bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you." His nostrils flared, and he looked suddenly proud. "I could work. You would not be poor. I would help you."

"Sounds like a marriage," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But my voice was too shaky.

"Yes," he said.”
― Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World

“Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror.
Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?"
Don't you wish you knew?"
Yes," he said simply.
Well, you'll just have to wonder."
I am," he said. "Blond everywhere,"
I could tell as much from your chest hair."
He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.”
― Charlaine Harris, Living Dead in Dallas

“You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.”
― Charlaine Harris, Club Dead

“If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down—or cheeks up.”
― Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World