The Way You Make Me Feel.
Chapter Two: Endless Thoughts.
On the way back home, Christine was deathly silent while Raoul sung along to the radio of a really bad song that didn't even reach number one.
But his out of tune voice was the least of worries, all she could think about was that forbidden encounter with Erik outside.
The way he held her arm left a burning mark there, never to be erased or washed off. A powerful stain that would cause her too much trouble.
It seemed wrong and horrifying to be instanly attracted to someone that isn't her lover, he was with Meg and she could never betray her best friend.
But why could he see right through her to discover a secret that was hers and hers alone? Several chills ran down her spine that made her teeth chatter.
"Are you okay babe?" Raoul asked, halting her train of thought.
"Yes, I'm just a little tired." Christine replied, looking at him with a weak smile.
"Don't worry, I am too. Then again, that play made me sleepy. Sooo slow!" He moaned, rolling his eyes.
She puffed out a long sigh, sometimes he could be a right annoying fop!
The next day, Christine awoke from her restless night filled of hot, tempting dreams of someone that wasn't Raoul.
He was there, staring at her with those beautiful eyes and singing a highly passionate song that made her body tremble.
With every touch on her skin, it set alight with a powerful flame that could never be cooled down or put out.
It would end with the pair lying in each other's arms, naked and covered in sweat, pure bliss across their faces.
She put her hands over her face, this had to stop right now. No way she could have erotic dreams of herself and Erik.
Sliding down her hands to her sheets, Christine pushed them aside and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and have a cool shower.
Without noticing, Raoul crept in and suddenly wrapped his arms across her that made her scream in fright.
"Darling, you scared me!" She cried, looking up at him.
"Well, I wanted to surprise you before I have to go to work." He said with a smirk.
"Go on, you will be late." Christine said, rubbing the lotion in.
"But I don't want to go," Raoul mumbled, slowly kissing her neck.
She spun around, dropping the lotion bottle and met his lips with her own. Perhaps making love to him would put a end to her disturbing thoughts of Erik.
Afterwards, Christine headed into town while Raoul headed to work with a stupid grin across his face.
It worked, no more troubling or naughtly fantasties of him appeared in her mind.
She breathed a sigh of relief, hopefully her dreams will do the same.
Wandering through the shops with her i-pod on, Christine felt relaxed and confident.
She had already found a new sparkly top and a lovely skirt that would suit well.
Considering it was her only day off this week, she had every right to enjoy herself.
But when she entered in her usual caffe for a cup of coffee, there sitting at her table was none other than Erik!
Terror coarsed through her veins, it had been two hours since she made love with Raoul and forgot all about the mysterious masked man.
Those eyes darted to where she stood, a warm smile appeared on his lips.
God, how he made her melt into goo was unbelieveable! But she shook it aside like it was nothing.
Hinting at a empty chair by him, Christine took a deep breath and headed towards the table confidently.
This time, she won't let her emotions get the best of her. She was a woman and in love with someone else.
"Good afternoon, Christine." He spoke in that rich, velvet voice of his that send raw shivers up and down her spine.
"Hello, I didn't think you would come here and be sitting at the very same spot where I would." She replied, putting down her bags.
"Ah yes, Meg told me about this cafe. Very nice and welcoming considering what I have across my face." He pointed at the mask.
"Mmm, well they shouldn't be looking in the first place."
A air of silence fell between them for a few moments until a friendly looking waitress came to their table and asked for Christine what she wanted.
"Just a coffee will do, thanks." She said with a smile.
"No problem, madam." The waitress replied, writing it down and giving Erik one long look before she walked away.
"Wow, I think she liked you." Christine gasped, staring at him.
"Well, I'm a taken man." He chuckled, finishing off the rest of his tea.
She swallowed and nodded, lucky Meg!
"So, no work for you today then?" He began, placing his elbows on the table.
"No, tomorrow I start and won't get a another day off until Sunday." Christine replied with a moan.
"What is it you do?"
"I'm a teacher in a high school not far from where I live."
Erik's eybrows shot up in surprise.
"Interesting, what do you teach them?"
"Oh, just English and History. There's a lack of other teachers there so I do two lessons for every grade." She explained.
The waitress returned with Christine's coffee, took Erik's empty cup and walked away again.
"How long have you been with Raoul?" He asked, looking deadly serious this time.
A feeling of unease spread through her, it wasn't a sort of subject she could talk about to someone who was affecting her with every passing second.
"Around two or three years, we are getting married next spring." She replied, sipping her drink.
"Ah, congratations to you and him." He cried, showing a fake smile.
"Thanks, I'm really happy with him." She said, igorning a voice that screamed "Liar"
"Indeed, especially if you are getting "hitched" as they all say." He shrugged.
Christine nodded her head, pushing back a rebelious strand of hair over her ear.
"I still haven't forgotten about last night, you know." Erik said, in a low and quite threatening tone.
"Neither have I." She replied, igorning the sudden tremble over her body.
"There is something about you, Christine, that needs to be free and shown to the world. Nothing gets pass me, especially if they are beautiful."
She uttered a gasp from her lips that made him smirk.
"I.. better go, perhaps I will see you around with Meg?"
As Christine stood, her legs gave way that her knees made contact with the floor.
Erik instanly went to help her back up, a lingering stare between them was enough to set their pulses racing.
Once more, their lips were nearly touching.
"Release me, Erik. I have to go." Christine whispered.
He did so without a second's pause.
She gathered her belongings, left a few notes on the table and dashed out of the cafe again without looking back.
Erik puffed out a long and heavy sigh, what was it about that woman that made him want to claim her?