Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
Hiswordscurlaroundmelikeasoft,fluffytowelfromtheHeathmanHotel,andI’msopleasedthathe’shappy.
Hepicksatthestraponmycamisole.
“Isthiswhatyousleepin?”heasksgently.
“Yes,”Ibreathesleepily.
“Youshouldbeinsilksandsatins,youbeautifulgirl.I’lltakeyoushopping.”
“Ilikemysweats,”Imurmur,tryingandfailingtosoundirritated.
Hekissesmyheadagain.
“We’llsee,”hesays.
Welieforafewmoreminutes,hours,whoknows,andIthinkIdoze.
“Ihavetogo,”hesays,andleaningdown,hekissesmyforeheadgently.“Areyouokay?”Hisvoiceissoft.
Ithinkabouthisquestion.Mybacksideissore.Well,glowingnow,andamazinglyIfeel,apartfromexhausted,radiant.Therealizationishumbling,unexpected.Idon’tunderstand.
“I’mokay,”Iwhisper.Idon’twanttosaymorethanthat.
Herises.
“Where’syourbathroom?”
“Downthehalltotheleft.”
Hescoopsuptheothercondomandheadsoutofthebedroom.Irisestifflyandputmysweatpantsbackon.Theychafealittleagainstmystill-smartingbehind.I’msoconfusedbymyreaction.Irememberhimsaying—Ican’trememberwhen—thatIwouldfeelsomuchbetterafteragoodhiding.Howcanthatbeso?Ireallydon’tgetit.Butstrangely,Ido.Ican’tsaythatIenjoyedtheexperience.Infact,Iwouldstillgoalongwaytoavoidit,butnow…Ihavethissafe,weird,bathedinafterglow,satedfeeling.Iputmyheadinmyhands.Ijustdon’tunderstand.
Christianreenterstheroom.Ican’tlookhimintheeye.Istaredownatmyhands.