Erik' s hands were bare, gloveless. His smooth finger tips touched her chin, making her look up at him. Her eyes met his, she could feel the blood moving wildly inside her flesh, most of it bursting through the surface of her cheeks. Her face so pure and sweet, she was so pure, Erik yearned to know if she had been with a man. The sudden thought of some unsuitable, fop trying to court her, to explore upon her perfect innocent body, made jealously rage through him. He pushed the thought, buried it within him, for now was a perfect moment. "Rosie, you really feel that way?" Erik asked, his voice so soft and tender, his eyes never leaving hers, or her rose dusted cheeks. Rosalie turned her head away, humiliated, she could not deny her love for him now, but she couldn't make herself say it. "Rosie," Erik said, giving her the Sweet nickname, "my sweet Rosie," his words so sad now. "You're so oblivious," another pause, he moved her face, making her look at him, right in his eyes, "I care about you, too." Rosalie looked at him, surprise graced softly on her face. "Y-you do?" Her voice astonished and breathy, should had to take in his words, I care about you too. Erik looked her, his eyes went to her lips for a brief second and returned to meet large, innocent eyes, "Yes, Rosie, I do." Before they knew it, Erik hand moved closer and their lips brushed, his skin was ever so soft and perfect. When the moved away Rosalie' s cheeks were dusted with pink from pleasure. Her cheeks so sweet and cute, blushed make her even more unbearably sweet. Rosalie had wrapped her tiny arms around him and gave him a hug, her warm small body felt so nice to Erik, so he hugged her. He never really had felt a hug, no one hugged him. His mother would just push him away, and Madame Giry kept her respectful distance. So this was his real first hug, and he enjoyed every second of it. Rosalie enjoyed their bodies touching and he arms around her. She had never touched a man in her life, or hugged one in this way. "Rose! Rose!" A female voice shouted, it was innocent and sweet. Christine. "I told you she would be here!" A man's voice said, his voice was masked with softness and concern. Raoul. Erik arms never had left Rosalie as his head snapped to the late gate. There stood Christine and Raoul. Their clothes wet as Christine' s hands held against the gate and her body to it. Her face written in worry. "I think my dear, we have a guest," Erik said, his head turning to Rosalie, his arm still around her, holding her to him prospectively. "Let her go!" Christine pleaded, Raoul still behind her wet as well. "Did you think that I would harm her?" Erik said pulling Rosalie closer to him, making her gasp but accept him. His warm body was so soothing, she found her face warming to it. Christine was silent, unsure of what to say. She didn't know whether to say yes, you are the Phantom of the Opera or no, because he seemed to be so caring and genuine underneath. "I wouldn't make my dear pay for your lovers sins," Erik said, his sharp eyes piercing at Raoul. Christine turned to Raoul and back to the gate, "Please! Angel of music," Christine pleaded again. "Her future husband awaits." Raoul added, knowing that it would tear under the Phantoms skin that Rosalie would be Wed. "Wed?!" Erik snapped, his head turning to Rosalie, her face full of shock. "W-wed?" Rosalie asked, looking at her sister and Viscomte. Christine nodded, "Please, he yearns to see you." By now Erik was boiling with rage, he pushed Rosalie away from him and went to the lever and pushed it, making the cranks turn an the gate slowly open. As soon the gate was above the water, Christine ducked under ND ran to her sister who had fallen on the ground at Erik' s shove. Standing up, Rosalie was engulfed with her older sisters hug, "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" She asked, worried over nothing. All Rosalie could manage was a blank nod. She was still in shock of her supposed wedding and Erik' s flaring temper. Since when in the hell was Rosalie getting married anyway?