Christine knew it was wrong. Her heart all, but belonged fully to another man and yet here she was, rendezvousing with her Angel of Music, a man she knew loved her as much, if not more so, than the one she had been pulled from back in their own world. Still, she could not refuse his simple request to meet and somehow she managed to convince herself that Raoul would not object to it. Not everything had to be sinister and evil, did it? Tonight, the meeting was innocent, was it not? Or, before she stepped up and wrapped her arms around her former teacher, her coveted Angel of Music, it had been innocent. Perhaps, it never had been because feelings, like good music, simply did not die with time.
His fingers brushed her copper curls upon her back and a series of small shivers went along her spike. Goosebumps, despite the added cover of the shawl, flooded her soft, white flesh and she closed her eyes. Against her will, she closed her eyes and relished in the simplest of touches. Oh, but it was wrong, but she couldn't stop the way her heart beat picked up in her chest. She inhaled his scent, so familiar and so safe. Innocent? Had this meeting ever been such a thing? No. No, it had always been sinister because love was undeniable between them. Innocence could never be again.
Her eyes opened, watching curiously, as his thumb took up residence upon her chin and gently, urged her face up from his neck. Swallowing, she knew better, so much better, but it was too late. Too late. Her gaze locked on to his, eyes that no mask or deformation could take the beauty from, but then again, to the singer, Erik was beautiful anyway. Handsome as any prince charming in any fairy tale. Trembling, she watched his lips descend upon her mouth and breath froze in her lungs. The kiss was tender, perfect as any happy ending, and she closed her eyes.