Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 7
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“Whatdoyoumeanyoudon’tknow?”
Isquirmuncomfortablyandbitemylip.
“I’veneverdoneanythinglikethis.”
“Well,whenyou’vehadsex,wasthereanythingthatyoudidn’tlikedoing?”
Forthefirsttimeinwhatseemstobeages,Iblush.
“Youcantellme,Anastasia.Wehavetobehonestwitheachotherorthisisn’tgoingtowork.”
Isquirmuncomfortablyagainandstareatmyknottedfingers.
“Tellme,”hecommands.
“Well…Ihaven’thadsexbefore,soIdon’tknow.”Myvoiceissmall.Ipeekupathim,andhe’sgapingatme,frozen,andpale—reallypale.
“Never?”hewhispers.Ishakemyhead.
“You’reavirgin?”hebreathes.Inod,flushingagain.Hecloseshiseyesandlookstobecountingtoten.Whenheopensthemagain,he’sangry,glaringatme.
“Whythefuckdidn’tyoutellme?”hegrowls.
