Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Icatchit,bemused.
“Putthatonandgetintobed,”hesnaps,irritated.
Ifrownbutdecidetohumorhim.Turningmyback,Iquicklyremovemybra,pullingtheT-shirtonashastilyasIcantocovermynakedness.Ileavemypantieson;Ihaven’twornthemformostoftheevening.
“Ineedthebathroom.”Myvoiceisawhisper.
Hefrowns,bemused.
“Nowyou’reaskingpermission?”
“Er…no.”
“Anastasia,youknowwherethebathroomis.Today,atthispointinourstrangearrangement,youdon’tneedmypermissiontouseit.”Hecannothidehisirritation.Heshrugsoutofhisshirt,andIscootintothebathroom.
Istareatmyselfintheover-largemirror,shockedthatIstilllookthesame.AfterallthatI’vedonetoday,it’sstillthesameordinarygirlgapingbackatme.Whatdidyouexpect—thatyou’dgrowhornsandalittlepointytail?mysubconscioussnapsatme.Andwhatthehellareyoudoing?Touchingishishardlimit.Toosoon,youidiot.Heneedstowalkbeforehecanrun.Mysubconsciousisfurious,Medusa-likeinheranger,hairflying,herhandsclenchedaroundherfacelikeinEdvardMunch’sTheScream.Iignoreher,butshewon’tclimbbackintoherbox.Youaremakinghimmad—thinkaboutallthat’she’ssaid,allhe’sconceded.Iscowlatmyreflection.Ineedtobeabletoshowhimaffection—thenperhapshecanreciprocate.
Ishakemyhead,resigned,andgraspChristian’stoothbrush.Mysubconsciousisright,ofcourse.I’mrushinghim.He’snotreadyandneitheramI.
