Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
Hedeepensthekiss,leaningintome.Iputmyhandsonhisarms.Iwanttorunthemthroughhishair,butIresist,knowingthathewon’tlikeit.Heleanshisforeheadagainstmine,hiseyesclosed,hisvoicestrained.
“Anastasia,”hewhispers.“Whatareyoudoingtome?”
“Icouldsaythesametoyou,”Iwhisperback.
Takingadeepbreath,hekissesmyforeheadandleaves.Hestrollspurposefullydownthepathtowardhiscarasherunshishandthroughhishair.Glancingupasheopenshiscardoor,hesmileshisbreathtakingsmile.Myansweringsmileisweak,completelydazzledbyhim,andI’mremindedoncemoreofIcarussoaringtooclosetothesun.Iclosethefrontdoorasheclimbsintohissportscar.Ihaveanoverwhelmingurgetocry;asadandlonelymelancholygripsandtightensaroundmyheart.Dashingbacktomybedroom,Iclosethedoorandleanagainstit,tryingtorationalizemyfeelings.Ican’t.Slidingtothefloor,Iputmyheadinmyhandsasmytearsbegintoflow.
Kateknocksgently.
“Ana?”shewhispers.Iopenthedoor.Shetakesonelookatmeandthrowsherarmsaroundme.
“What’swrong?Whatdidthatcreepygood-lookingbastarddo?”
“Oh,Kate,nothingIdidn’twanthimto.”
Shepullsmetomybedandwesit.
“Youhavedreadfulsexhair.”
Inspiteofmypoignantsadness,Ilaugh.
“Itwasgoodsex,notdreadfulatall.”
Katesmiles.
“That’sbetter.Whyareyoucrying?Younevercry.”Sheretrievesmybrushfromthesidetableand,sittingbehindme,veryslowlystartsbrushingouttheknots.
