Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
Hiseyesareflintygrayandguarded.
Igazeathisbeautifulface.He’sgivingnothingaway,buthekeepshiseyesonmine,hardlyblinking.Oh,heissobreathtakinglygood-looking.Insuchashorttime,he’sbecomeso,sodeartome.Reachingup,Icaresshischeekandrunthetipsofmyfingersthroughhisstubble.Hecloseshiseyesandexhales.
“I’msorry,”Iwhisper.
Heopenshiseyesandlooksatmepuzzled.
“Whatfor?”
“WhatIsaid.”
“Youdidn’ttellmeanythingIdidn’tknow.”Andhiseyessoftenwithrelief.“IamsorryIhurtyou.”
Ishrug.“Iaskedforit.”AndnowIknow.Iswallow.Heregoes.Ineedtosaymypiece.“Idon’tthinkIcanbeeverythingyouwantmetobe,”Iwhisper.Hiseyeswiden,andheblinks,hisfearfulexpressionreturning.
“YouareeverythingIwantyoutobe.”
What?
“Idon’tunderstand.I’mnotobedient,andyoucanbeassureashellI’mnotgoingtoletyoudothattomeagain.Andthat’swhatyouneed,yousaidso.”
Hecloseshiseyesagain,andIcanseemyriademotionscrosshisface.Whenhereopensthem,hisexpressionisbleak.Ohno.
“You’reright.Ishouldletyougo.Iamnogoodforyou.”
Myscalppricklesaseverysinglehairfollicleonmybodystandstoattention,andtheworldfallsawayfromme,leavingawide,yawningabyssformetofallinto.Ohno.
“Idon’twanttogo,”Iwhisper.Fuck—thisisit.Payorplay.Tearsswiminmyeyesoncemore.
“Idon’twantyoutogo,either,”hewhispers,hisvoiceraw.Hereachesupandgentlystrokesmycheekandwipesawayafallingtearwithhisthumb.
