Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
Moneybags,youcantalktome.AndIwilltrynottowindhimup,thoughfranklyit’slikeshootingfishinabarrelwithhim.Look,Ana,ifsomething’swrong,tellme,Iwon’tjudge.I’lltrytounderstand.”
Iblinkbacktears.“Oh,Kate.”Ihugher.“IthinkI’vereallyfallenforhim.”
“Ana,anyonecanseethat.Andhe’sfallenforyou.He’smadaboutyou.Won’ttakehiseyesoffyou.”
Ilaughuncertainly.“Doyouthinkso?”
“Hasn’thetoldyou?”
“Notinsomanywords.”
“Haveyoutoldhim?”
“Notinsomanywords.”Ishrugapologetically.
“Ana!Someonehastomakethefirstmove,otherwiseyou’llnevergetanywhere.”
What…tellhimhowIfeel?
“I’mjustafraidI’llfrightenhimaway.”
“Andhowdoyouknowhe’snotfeelingthesame?”
“Christian,afraid?Ican’timaginehimbeingfrightenedofanything.”ButasIsaythewords,Iimaginehimasasmallchild.Maybefearwasallheknewthen.Sorrowgripsandsqueezesmyheartatthethought.
Kategazesatmewithpursedlipsandnarrowedeyes,ratherlikemysubconscious—allsheneedsarethehalf-moonspecs.
“Youtwoneedtositdownandtalktoeachother.”
“Wehaven’tbeendoingmuchtalkinglately.”Iblush.Otherstuff.Nonverbalcommunicationandthat’sokay.Well,muchmorethanokay.
Shegrins.“That’llbethesexing!Ifthat’sgoingwell,thenthat’shalfthebattle,Ana.I’llgrabsomeChinesetakeout.Areyoureadytogo?”
“Iwillbe.Wedon’thavetoleaveforacoupleofhoursorso.”
“No—I’llseeyouintwenty.
