Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           AndIcan’ttouchhim.Well,nosurprisethere.Andthesesillyrules…No,no,Ican’tdothis.Iputmyheadinmyhands.Thisisnowaytohavearelationship.Ineedsomesleep.I’mshattered.AllthephysicalshenanigansI’vebeenengagedinoverthelasttwenty-fourhourshavebeen,frankly,exhausting.Andmentally…oh,man,thisissomuchtohandle.AsJoséwouldsay,arealmind-fuck.Perhapsinthemorningthismightnotreadlikeabadjoke.

           Iscrambleupandchangequickly.PerhapsIshouldborrowKate’spinkflannelpajamas.Iwantsomethingcuddlyandreassuringaroundme.IheadtothebathroominmyT-shirtandsleepshortsandbrushmyteeth.

           Istareatmyselfinthebathroommirror.Youcan’tseriouslybeconsideringthis…Mysubconscioussoundssaneandrational,notherusualsnarkyself.Myinnergoddessisjumpingupanddown,clappingherhandslikeafive-year-old.Please,let’sdothis…otherwisewe’llendupalonewithlotsofcatsandyourclassicnovelstokeepyoucompany.

           TheonlymanI’veeverbeenattractedto,andhecomeswithabloodycontract,aflogger,andawholeworldofissues.Well,atleastIgotmywaythisweekend.Myinnergoddessstopsjumpingandsmilesserenely.Ohyes…shemouths,noddingatmesmugly.Iflushatthememoryofhishandsandhismouthonme,hisbodyinsidemine.Closingmyeyes,Ifeelthefamiliardeliciouspullofmymusclesfromdeep,deepdown.Iwanttodothatagainandagain.MaybeifIjustsignupforthesex…wouldhegowiththat?Isuspectnot.

           AmIsubmissive?MaybeIcomeacrossthatway.