Okay, I am updating this this as fast as I can. I have to leave now and I am squeezing this in! thank you for the reviews! you guys are catching up to me now! Here is Chapter Thirty-Seven:

Back to Reality

She didn't know how long they stayed there on the floor holding each other. But she didn't let go until she felt him calm enough. She didn't dare leave the room, not even to put the stuff she bought in the suitcase.

She found she couldn't leave either because Erik at that moment began kissing her and they ended up in the bedroom once again. Even after when he lay sleeping beneath her, she didn't want to leave him.

She outlined the scars on his chest with her fingers wondering where he had gotten them. Looking at him, she finally took into consideration how strong he was. Even while he slept he looked powerful.

She began to get up from the bed, careful not to wake him and retrieved her clothes. As she pulled her shirt over her head, she felt a hand reach for her wrist. "Christine…"

She turned to Erik on the bed. His hair was disheveled and his face was full of worry. He looked nothing like he had minutes before while he slept.

"I thought you were sleeping, " she told him softly. "You looked so peaceful."

"I'm only at peace when I feel your heartbeat next to mine," he told her simply.

She smiled and sat next to him on the bed giving him a kiss on his forehead. He sat up in the bed and gently touched her cheek.

"Forgive me, Christine," he told her. "I didn't mean to yell at you."

Christine looked at him in his perfect blue eyes. "I know."

He kissed her temple and sighed. "I don't know what I would do if you left me."

"You don't need to worry about that one," she told him sincerely. "I'm not going anywhere."

They kissed again and Christine could feel his hand slip underneath her sweater. She pulled away. "Come on, Erik," she said almost giggling. "I have to finish packing, I'm sure you do too."

"Only if you promise to come back," he said, his breath tickling her ear.

"I'll always come back," she told him simply.

He let her go but only when he was good and ready. Then he told her he would meet her downstairs in the lobby as soon as she was done.

With that, she left and went to her room with the things she had purchased. She didn't know how she did it, but she managed to stuff everything in there. She had bought useless knickknacks that served as memories of her trip.

When she was done, she took a fresh shower, using the last of the complimentary and very expensive soaps and shampoos, she was sure to use it all, asking herself when would be the next time that she would have those things free again.

Looking at the Eiffel Tower against the setting sun, she sighed. It would be the last time she would see it. Maybe for the rest of her life. Turning off the water, she wrapped the towel around her as she brushed her hair. As she dressed herself in the comfortable clothes that she would wear during the seventeen hour flight, someone knocked on her door.

When she opened it, it was the concierge, asking for her luggage so that he could help her to the car. She did so, after she made sure that everything was inside.

She took her messenger bag over shoulder and left the room as it had once been. She followed the concierge to the lobby where Lucy and Erik stood talking to one another.

Lucy was slightly flushed but Erik was composed although he seemed a little mad. Christine went to them and when Lucy saw her approach, she left with a click of her heels.

"Something wrong?"

Erik looked at her with a sigh. "No, not to worry, my angel." He took her in one arm and kissed her temple. "The plane is waiting."

The plane ride back was more boring as it was the way there. Joel wasn't there so there weren't any mini-basketball games. Christine definitely missed that.

Once the plane got to its required level, Lucy left the cabin and was no where to be found. Frankly, Christine didn't care but she was worried about her.

At least her company that time was better than the last time. Erik was holding her hand during the whole trip, it was especially helpful when they were over a storm.

The plane went up and down, and Christine thought she would go mad with fear. Erik noticed this and squeezed her hand making Christine calm down a bit.

Other than that, the ride was better than before. The time even seemed to go faster, maybe it had to do with the fact that when she was around Erik time seemed to go faster than she liked.

Once in LA, it was early morning and Christine wanted nothing more than to go to bed. She didn't sleep on the plane because she was afraid that there would be another storm. She hated that the flight was so long. Travis, Erik's driver, was there and she saw he was only there to drop of Erik's Mercedes.

Erik took the Mercedes and drove Christine home. On the way to her apartment building, Christine fell asleep. He woke her up as soon as they were in the parking lot, and followed her to the apartment building with her suitcase in his hands.

Reaching in her messenger bag for her keys, she glanced up at the door to find a familiar gold colored note on her door. She snatched the letter before Erik could see it and unlocked the door.

She went inside her small stuffy apartment. She forgot how small it was and compared to the hotel room, it was so plain and ordinary. She opened the door for Erik and threw the keys on the counter of the kitchen.

Erik shut the door behind him and it seemed that the apartment was smaller in the darkness. It was stuffy because it had been closed for days with no open window.

Yawning, she turned to Erik. "Thank you for bringing the suitcase up."

"You're welcome, dear," he told her simply.

"Do you want something to drink?"

He shook his head and took her hand. "Come on, you're tired."

He led her to her bedroom where she collapsed on her bed. Erik opened her window and took off her shoes.

She whispered her thank you and he kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams, mon ange."

She grabbed a pillow and put in her arms, sighing against it. When she noticed that Erik was leaving, she sat up in her bed. "Stay?"

Erik looked at her with a smile. "Of course."

She settled back in her bed and heard Erik close the door. He took off his coat and sat on the bed to take off his boots. He lay next to her and put an arm over her stomach, pulling her to him.

"Good night," she told him sleepily.

How did he know that I like to sleep with the windows open? She fell asleep before she could answer her own question.

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