Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
IhopethatInevermeetherbecauseIwillnotberesponsibleformyactionsifIdo.Ican’tremembereverfeelingthispassionatelyaboutanyone,especiallysomeoneI’venevermet.Gazingunseeingoutthewindow,Inursemyirrationalangerandjealousy.
Myminddriftsbacktotheafternoon.GivenwhatIunderstandofhispreferences,Ithinkhe’sbeeneasyonme.WouldIdoitagain?Ican’tevenpretendtoputupanargumentagainstthat.OfcourseIwould,ifheaskedme—aslongashedidn’thurtmeandifit’stheonlywaytobewithhim.
That’sthebottomline.Iwanttobewithhim.Myinnergoddesssighswithrelief.Ireachtheconclusionthatsherarelyusesherbraintothinkbutanothervitalpartofheranatomy,andatthemoment,it’saratherexposedpart.
“Don’t,”hemurmurs.
Ifrownandturntolookathim.
“Don’twhat?”Ihaven’ttouchedhim.
“Overthinkthings,Anastasia.”Reachingout,hegraspsmyhand,drawsituptohislips,andkissesmyknucklesgently.“Ihadawonderfulafternoon.Thankyou.”
Andhe’sbackwithmeagain.Iblinkupathimandsmileshyly.He’ssoconfusing.Iaskaquestionthat’sbeenbuggingme.
“Whydidyouuseacabletie?”
Hegrinsatme.
“It’squick,it’seasy,andit’ssomethingdifferentforyoutofeelandexperience.Iknowthey’requitebrutal,andIdolikethatinarestrainingdevice.”Hesmilesatmemildly.“Veryeffectiveatkeepingyouinyourplace.”
IflushandglancenervouslyatTaylor,whoremainsimpassive,eyesontheroad.WhatamIsupposedtosaytothat?Christianshrugsinnocently.
