Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
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“WillitmakeittoSeattle?”
“Yes.Shewill.”
“Safely?”
“Yes,”Isnap,exasperated.“Okay,she’sold.Butshe’smine,andshe’sroadworthy.Mystepdadboughtitforme.”
“Oh,Anastasia,Ithinkwecandobetterthanthis.”
“Whatdoyoumean?”Realizationdawns.“Youarenotbuyingmeacar.”
Heglowersatme,hisjawtense.
“We’llsee,”hesaystightly.
Hegrimacesasheopensthedriver’s-sidedoorandhelpsmein.Itakemyshoesoffandrolldownthewindow.He’sgazingatme,hisexpressionunfathomable,eyesdark.
“Drivesafely,”hesaysquietly.
“Good-bye,Christian.”Myvoiceishoarsefromunbidden,unshedtears—jeez,I’mnotgoingtocry.Igivehimasmallsmile.
AsIdriveaway,mychestconstricts,mytearsstarttofall,andIchokebackasob.Soontearsarestreamingdownmyface,andIreallydon’tunderstandwhyI’mcrying.Iwasholdingmyown.Heexplainedeverything.Hewasclear.Hewantsme,butthetruthisIneedmore.IneedhimtowantmelikeIwantandneedhim,anddeepdownIknowthat’snotpossible.Iamjustoverwhelmed.
Idon’tevenknowhowtocategorizehim.IfIdothisthing…willhebemyboyfriend?WillIbeabletointroducehimtomyfriends?Goouttobars,thecinema,bowlingeven,withhim?ThetruthisIdon’tthinkIwill.Hewon’tletmetouchhimandhewon’tletmesleepwithhim.IknowI’venothadthesethingsinmypast,butIwanttheminmyfuture.Andthat’snotthefutureheenvisages.
