Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
Whyishewakingme?It’sthemiddleofthenight,orsoitfeels.Holyshit.Doeshewantsex—now?
“Timetogetup,baby.I’mgoingtoswitchonthesidelight.”Hisvoiceisquiet.
“No,”Igroan.
“Iwanttochasethedawnwithyou,”hesays,kissingmyface,myeyelids,thetipofmynose,mymouth,andIopenmyeyes.Thesidelightison.“Goodmorning,beautiful,”hemurmurs.
Igroan,andhesmiles.“Youarenotamorningperson,”hemurmurs.
Throughthehazeoflight,IsquintandseeChristianleaningoverme,smiling.Amused.Amusedatme.Dressed!Inblack.
“Ithoughtyouwantedsex,”Igrumble.
“Anastasia,Ialwayswantsexwithyou.It’sheartwarmingtoknowthatyoufeelthesame,”hesaysdryly.
Igazeathimasmyeyesadjusttothelight,buthestilllooksamused…thankheavens.
“OfcourseIdo,justnotwhenit’ssolate.”
“It’snotlate,it’searly.Comeon—upyougo.We’regoingout.I’lltakearaincheckonthesex.”
“Iwashavingsuchanicedream,”Iwhine.
“Dreamaboutwhat?”heaskspatiently.
“You.”Iblush.
“WhatwasIdoingthistime?”
“Tryingtofeedmestrawberries.”
Hislipstwitchwithatraceofasmile.“Dr.Flynncouldhaveafielddaywiththat.Up—getdressed.Don’tbothertoshower,wecandothatlater.”
We!
Isitup,andthesheetpoolsatmywaist,revealingmybody.Hestandstogivemeroom,hiseyesdark.
“Whattimeisit?”
“Fivethirtyinthemorning.”
“Feelslikethreea.m.”
“Wedon’thavemuchtime.Iletyousleepaslongaspossible.Come.
