Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
“Anastasia,”hesayssternly,pullingmeoutofmyreverie.
Itreallyistooearlyforme.Howtohandlethis?
“I’llhavesometea.CanItakeacroissantforlater?”
Heeyesmesuspiciously,andIsmileverysweetly.
“Don’trainonmyparade,Anastasia,”hewarnssoftly.
“Iwilleatlaterwhenmystomach’swokenup.Aboutseventhirtya.m.…okay?”
“Okay.”Hepeersdownatme.
Honestly.Ihavetoconcentratehardonnotmakingafaceathim.
“Iwanttorollmyeyesatyou.”
“Byallmeans,do,andyouwillmakemyday,”hesayssternly.
Igazeupattheceiling.
“Well,aspankingwouldwakemeup,Isuppose.”Ipursemylipsinquietcontemplation.
Christian’smouthdropsopen.
“Ontheotherhand,Idon’twantyoutobeallhotandbothered;theclimatehereiswarmenough.”Ishrugnonchalantly.
Christiancloseshismouthandtriesveryhardtolookdispleased,butfailshopelessly.Icanseethehumorlurkinginthebackofhiseyes.
“Youare,asever,challenging,MissSteele.Drinkyourtea.”
InoticetheTwiningslabel,andinside,myheartsings.See,hedoescare,mysubconsciousmouthsatme.Isitandfacehim,drinkinginhisbeauty.WillIevergetenoughofthisman?
ASWELEAVETHEroom,Christianthrowsasweatshirtatme.
“You’llneedthis.”
Ilookathim,puzzled.
“Trustme.”Hegrins,leansover,andkissesmequicklyonthelips,thengrabsmyhandandweheadout.
Outside,intherelativecoolofthehalflightofpredawn,thevalethandsChristianasetofkeystoaflashysportscarwithasofttop.
