Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Wearebalancedonthedelicateseesawthatisourstrangearrangement—atdifferentends,vacillating,andittipsandswaysbetweenus.Webothneedtoedgeclosertothemiddle.Ijusthopeneitherofusfallsoffinourattempttodoso.Thisisallsoquick.MaybeIneedsomedistance.Georgiaseemsmoreappealingthanever.AsIbeginbrushingmyteeth,heknocks.
“Comein,”Isplutterthroughamouthfuloftoothpaste.
Christianstandsinthedoorway,hisPJshangingoffhishipsinthatwaythatmakeseverylittlecellinmybodystandupandtakenotice.He’sbare-chested,andIdrinkhiminlikeI’mcrazedwiththirstandhe’sclear,coolmountainspringwater.Hegazesatmeimpassively,thensmirksandcomestostandbesideme.Oureyeslockinthemirror,graytoblue.Ifinishwithhistoothbrush,rinseitoff,andhandittohim,mylookneverleavinghis.Wordlessly,hetakesthetoothbrushfrommeandputsitinhismouth.Ismirkbackathim,andhiseyesaresuddenlydancingwithhumor.
“Dofeelfreetoborrowmytoothbrush.”Histoneisgentlymocking.
“Thankyou,Sir,”Ismilesweetly,andIleave,headingbacktobed.
Afewminuteslaterhejoinsme.
“YouknowthisisnothowIsawtonightpanningout,”hemutterspetulantly.
“ImagineifIsaidtoyouthatyoucouldn’ttouchme.”
Heclambersontothebedandsitscross-legged.
“Anastasia,I’vetoldyou.Fiftyshades.Ihadaroughstartinlife—youdon’twantthatshitinyourhead.Whywouldyou?”
“BecauseIwanttoknowyoubetter.”
“Youknowmewellenough.
