Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
Ofcourseshedidn’t.Idon’tunderstandwhyyoufeelyouhavetodemonizeher.”
He’sstandingthere,naked,gloriouslynaked,withmybloodonhim…andwe’refinallyhavingthisconversation.AndI’mnaked,too—neitherofushasanywheretohide,exceptperhapsthebath.Itakeadeepbreath,movepasthim,andstepdownintothewater.Itisdeliciouslywarm,soothing,anddeep.Imeltintothefragrantfoamandstareupathim,hidingamongthebubbles.
“Ijustwonderwhatyouwouldbelikeifyouhadn’tmether.Ifshehadn’tintroducedyoutoyour…um,lifestyle.”
Hesighsandstepsdownintothebathoppositeme,hisjawclenchedwithtension,hiseyesfrosty.Ashegracefullysubmergeshisbodybeneaththewater,he’scarefulnottotouchme.Jeez—haveImadehimthatmad?
Hestaresimpassivelyatme,hisfaceunreadable,sayingnothing.Againthesilencestretchesbetweenus,butIholdmycounsel.It’syourturn,Grey—Iamnotcavingthistime.Mysubconsciousisnervous,anxiouslybitinghernails—thiscouldgoeitherway.ChristianandIstareateachother,butIamnotbackingdown.Eventually,afterwhatseemslikeamillennium,heshakeshishead,andhesmirks.
“Iwouldprobablyhavegonethewayofmybirthmother,haditnotbeenforMrs.Robinson.”
Oh!Iblinkathim.Crackaddictorwhore?Possiblyboth?
“ShelovedmeinawayIfound…acceptable,”headdswithashrug.
Whatthehelldoesthatmean?
“Acceptable?”Iwhisper.
“Yes.”Hestaresintentlyatme.“ShedistractedmefromthedestructivepathIfoundmyselffollowing.
