Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
“You’vestillnotansweredmyquestion.Writemeane-mail,please.Butrightnow,I’dreallyliketosleep.CanIstay?”
“Doyouwanttostay?”Ican’thidethehopeinmyvoice.
“Youwantedmehere.”
“Youhaven’tansweredmyquestion.”
“I’llwriteyouane-mail,”hemutterspetulantly.
Standing,heemptieshisjeanspocketsofBlackBerry,keys,wallet,andmoney.Holycow,mencarryalotofcrapintheirpockets.Hestripsoffhiswatch,shoes,socks,andjeansandplaceshisjacketovermychair.Hewalksaroundtotheothersideofthebedandslidesin.
“Liedown,”heorders.
Islipslowlyunderthecovers,wincing,staringathim.Jeez…he’sstaying.IthinkI’mnumbwithelatedshock.Heleansupononeelbow,staringdownatme.
“Ifyouaregoingtocry,cryinfrontofme.Ineedtoknow.”
“Doyouwantmetocry?”
“Notparticularly.Ijustwanttoknowhowyou’refeeling.Idon’twantyouslippingthroughmyfingers.Switchthelightoff.It’slate,andwebothhavetoworktomorrow.”
Sohere…andstillsobossy,butIcan’tcomplain;he’sinmybed.Idon’tquiteunderstandwhy…maybeIshouldweepmoreofteninfrontofhim.Iswitchoffthebedsidelight.
“Lieonyourside,facingawayfromme,”hemurmursinthedarkness.
Irollmyeyesinthefullknowledgethathecannotseeme,butIdoasI’mtold.Gingerly,hemovesoverandputshisarmsaroundmeandpullsmetohischest.
“Sleep,baby,”hewhispers,andIfeelhisnoseinmyhairasheinhalesdeeply.
Holycow
