A/n: So, I was so excited about writing this next chapter that I decided I would give it to you today. Enjoy and make sure you review because you guys want this story to go on.

Chapter 10

"Tanya," Erik said. "I want you to come and live with me, either that or let my pay your rent for you. Please. I want to help you just this once. Just like you helped me."

I bit my lip nervously. What should I say? Yes? No? Of course I'd love to stay with you Erik. Absolutely no because I want to become like my mother who probably wouldn't want me to carry on this way for eternity. How was I going to say this to Erik? I didn't want to deny him this request, then again, how was I going to be dependent on myself if I relied on him. He was right. This is the turning point. I have to go left or right, not straight down the middle. Taking a deep breath...

"Yes. I will stay with you."

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"Here we are. Home sweet home." Erik said dropping his keys on the counter in the kitchen. I gazed around the familiar room. It felt good to be here again, but I didn't know why. Maybe it was because I was living with my crush... I mean Erik. Oh, who am I kidding! I totally have the hots for him. "Let me show you to your room."

I went to pick up my suitcase full of clothes and the other things I had brought with me from my apartment, but Erik beat me to it. "Thanks." I said, thanking silently the low lighting so he couldn't see the blush that had spread across my face. We walked down a hall way and into a room on the right. My jaw nearly dropped to the bottom floor of the building. This room was big and screamed feminine. The walls were painted a dark purple with a gold light fixture hanging gorgeously on the ceiling. A four poster bed with a gold comforter and matching pillows sat in the room. Off to the side was a walk in closet; a bathroom larger than my bedroom at my old apartment was fancily decorated as well. The shower alone would make any woman squeal. I walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So, I take it, you like it?" Erik asked. He was leaning against the door frame to the room with his arms crossed over his chest. This is a lot sexier than in the movies. "Tanya. Earth to Tanya, come in."

"Oh." I blushed furiously. "I don't like it. I love it! This is the best room ever, Erik. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do without you."

"No problem. I'll let you get settled in and shower if you'd like, then meet me in the kitchen for dinner when you're done." Erik said.

"You cook?" I unbelievingly asked. Erik grinned and nodded.

"Of course I can cook. I'm not that typical bachelor who just eats microwave dinners for every meal. Now I better go get started cooking so you can get adjusted." I watched as he left closed the door and listened as his footsteps disappeared into the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, I fell backwards onto the bed and breathed in the scent of roses. This place was so amazing I couldn't even explain how amazing it was. I couldn't even explain how amazing Erik was.

I quickly unpacked my stuff and hung it in the closet or put it into the dresser. Then, grabbing my toiletries, I went and took a shower. The warm water felt good as it poured over me, making my muscles relax. When I finished washing my hair and body, I reluctantly got out of the shower. Taking my time, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt then dried my hair, for the most part. I wanted to rip the door off the hinges and run to the kitchen, but that sounded so dorky and I probably would make a fool of myself doing something like that. So I waited for a little bit before opening the door and wandering into the kitchen.

As I arrived in the kitchen, Erik was just getting done setting the table that sat right next to a window that you could see all of the city from. "Hey, Tanya. Perfect timing." He pulled out one of the chairs and motioned for me to sit down. Carefully, I sat down on the chair. There was no way I wanted to embarrass myself in front of him.

"So what is on the menu, chef?" I asked playfully.

"Well, I made some homemade mac and cheese. How does that sound to you, mademoiselle?" Erik asked, his voice thick with his French accent. I nearly swooned when he spoke.

"That sounds great to me." I smiled at him and he returned it.

"I'll go and get it, then. What would you like to drink?"

"Water is fine with me." He nodded and went to fetch my water.

The mac and cheese was absolutely and undeniably the best I had ever tasted. Like, I seriously had a total gastronomical orgasm because of it. That first bite I nearly moaned at how great the food tasted, but quickly vanquished that thought because Erik was sitting across from me. The cheese was all gooey and the pasta was softer than the pillows on my bed. Though, with each bite I took, a smile crossed my face and I couldn't help it. So when Erik asked if I liked it. I answered "This is the best mac and cheese I have ever tasted, Erik. Where did you learn to cook this well? The only thing I have ever managed to cook has been scrambled eggs, then again, I accidently burn them sometimes."

"I taught myself." And those were the only words he said, with a smirk at the end. I hope every day is like this...

A/N: AWE! SO MUCH FLUFFINESS IN THIS CHAPTER THAT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT BECAUSE I LOVE IT! REVIEWS WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!