Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Themusicispoundingaway,loudandleery,outsideandinsidemyhead.Ohno.Kateismakinghermoves.She’sdancingherassoff,andsheonlyeverdoesthatifshelikessomeone.Reallylikessomeone.Itmeansthere’llbethreeofusforbreakfasttomorrowmorning.Kate!

           ChristianleansoverandshoutsinElliot’sear.Icannothearwhathesays.Elliotistallwithwideshoulders,curlyblondhair,andlight,wickedlygleamingeyes.Ican’ttelltheircolorunderthepulsatingheatoftheflashinglights.ElliotgrinsandpullsKateintohisarms,wheresheismorethanhappytobe…Kate!Eveninmyinebriatedstate,Iamshocked.She’sonlyjustmethim.ShenodsatwhateverElliotsaysandgrinsatmeandwaves.Christianpropelsusoffthedancefloorindoubletime.

           ButInevergottotalktoher.Issheokay?Icanseewherethingsareheadingforherandhim.Ineedtodothesafe-sexlecture.Inthebackofmymind,Ihopeshereadsoneofthepostersontheinsideofthebathroomdoor.Mythoughtscrashthroughmybrain,fightingthedrunk,fuzzyfeeling.It’ssowarminhere,soloud,socolorful—toobright.Myheadbeginstoswim,ohno…andIcanfeelthefloorcominguptomeetmyface,orsoitfeels.ThelastthingIhearbeforeIpassoutinChristianGrey’sarmsishisharshepithet.

           “Fuck!”