Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
Ican’tdecideifit’sfromnervousanticipation,reliefthatwe’vearrivedalive,orfearthatIwillfailinsomeway.HeswitchestheignitionoffandtherotorbladesslowandquietuntilallIhearisthesoundofmyownerraticbreathing.Christiantakeshisheadphonesoffandreachesacrossandpullsmineoff,too.
“We’rehere,”hesayssoftly.
Hislookissointense,halfinshadowandhalfinthebrightwhitelightfromthelandinglights.Darkknightandwhiteknight,it’safittingmetaphorforChristian.Helooksstrained.Hisjawisclenchedandhiseyesaretight.Heunfastenshisseatbeltandreachesovertounbucklemine.Hisfaceisinchesfrommine.
“Youdon’thavetodoanythingyoudon’twanttodo.Youknowthat,don’tyou?”Histoneissoearnest,desperateeven,hiseyesimpassioned.Hetakesmebysurprise.
“I’dneverdoanythingIdidn’twanttodo,Christian.”AndasIsaythewords,Idon’tquitefeeltheirconviction,becauseatthismomentintime,I’dprobablydoanythingforthismanseatedbesideme.Butthisdoesthetrick.He’smollified.
Heeyesmewarilyforamomentandsomehow,eventhoughhe’ssotall,hemanagestoeasehiswaygracefullytothedoorofthehelicopterandopenit.Hejumpsout,waitingformetofollow,andtakesmyhandasIclamberdownontothehelipad.It’sverywindyontopofthebuilding,andI’mnervousaboutthefactthatI’mstandingatleastthirtystorieshighinanunenclosedspace.Christianwrapshisarmaroundmywaist,pullingmetightlyagainsthim.
“Come,”heshoutsabovethenoiseofthewind.