Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
“Whydoyouonlyplaysuchsadmusic?”
Isituprightandgazeupathimasheshrugsinanswertomyquestion,hisexpressionwary.
“Soyouwerejustsixwhenyoustartedtoplay?”Iprompt.
Henods,hiswarylookintensifying.Afteramomenthevolunteers.“Ithrewmyselfintolearningthepianotopleasemynewmother.”
“Tofitintotheperfectfamily?”
“Yes,sotospeak,”hesaysevasively.“Whyareyouawake?Don’tyouneedtorecoverfromyesterday’sexertions?”
“It’seightinthemorningforme.AndIneedtotakemypill.”
Heraiseshiseyebrowsinsurprise.“Wellremembered,”hemurmurs,andIcantellhe’simpressed.“Onlyyouwouldstartacourseoftime-specificbirthcontrolpillsinadifferenttimezone.Perhapsyoushouldwaithalfanhourandthenanotherhalfhourtomorrowmorning.Soeventuallyyoucantakethematareasonabletime.”
“Goodplan,”Ibreathe.“Sowhatshallwedoforhalfanhour?”Iblinkinnocentlyathim.
“Icanthinkofafewthings.”Hegrinssalaciously.Igazebackimpassivelyasmyinsidesclenchandmeltunderhisknowinglook.
“Ontheotherhand,wecouldtalk,”Isuggestquietly.
Hisbrowcreases.
“IpreferwhatIhaveinmind.”Hescoopsmeontohislap.
“You’dalwaysratherhavesexthantalk.”Ilaugh,steadyingmyselfbyholdingontohisupperarms.
“True.Especiallywithyou.”Henuzzlesmyhairandstartsasteadytrailofkissesfrombelowmyeartomythroat.“Maybeonmypiano,”hewhispers.
Ohmy.Mywholebodytightensatthethought.Piano.Wow.
