Erica's POV
Chris puts me into the passenger side of his car. Tears are still rolling down my cheeks as I think about what just happened in the back of the bar.
"You aren't going back there," Chris says angrily. "You have been on your own for almost a month. You've proven you are an adult and can take care of yourself. Now you can let me take care of you."
I look at Chris and smile sweetly. "Okay," I nod.
Chris drives me back to my apartment and insists on carrying me inside. He sits me down on the futon and begins to put all of my clothes in my bags.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as I watch him rush through the apartment.
"I am packing your things," Chris says as he stuffs a handful of my new bras and lingerie into my suitcase. "There is no way that we are lea
