Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Iamexhausted,physicallyandemotionally.AfterabriefconversationwithTaylor,Christianclambersintothecarbesideme.Heturnstofaceme.
“Well,itseemsmyfamilylikesyou,too,”hemurmurs.
Too?ThedepressingthoughtabouthowIcametobeinvitedpopsunbiddenandveryunwelcomeintomyhead.Taylorstartsthecarandheadsawayfromthecircleoflightinthedrivewaytothedarknessoftheroad.IgazeatChristian,andhe’sstaringatme.
“What?”heasks,hisvoicequiet.
Ifloundermomentarily.No—I’lltellhim.He’salwayscomplainingthatIdon’ttalktohim.
“Ithinkthatyoufelttrappedintobringingmetomeetyourparents.”Myvoiceissoftandhesitant.“IfElliothadn’taskedKate,you’dneverhaveaskedme.”Ican’tseehisfaceinthedark,buthetiltshishead,gapingatme.
“Anastasia,I’mdelightedthatyou’vemetmyparents.Whyareyousofilledwithself-doubt?Itneverceasestoamazeme.You’resuchastrong,self-containedyoungwoman,butyouhavesuchnegativethoughtsaboutyourself.IfIhadn’twantedyoutomeetthem,youwouldn’tbehere.Isthathowyouwerefeelingthewholetimeyouwerethere?”
Oh!Hewantedmethere—andit’sarevelation.Hedoesn’tseemuncomfortableansweringmeashewouldifhewerehidingthetruth.HeseemsgenuinelypleasedthatI’mhere…awarmglowspreadsslowlythroughmyveins.Heshakeshisheadandreachesformyhand.IglancenervouslyatTaylor.
“Don’tworryaboutTaylor.Talktome.”
Ishrug.
“Yes.Ithoughtthat.
