fifty-shades-of-grey

“If you are going to cry. Cry in front of me. I need to know.”“Do you want me to cry?”“Not particularly. I just want to know how you’re feeling. I don’t want you slippingthrough my fingers. Switch the light off. It’s late, and we both have to work tomorrow.”So here… and still so bossy, but I can’t complain, he’s in my bed. I don’t quite understandwhy… maybe I should weep more often in front of him. I switch off the bedsidelight.“Lie on your side, facing away from me,” he murmurs in the darkness.I roll my eyes in the full knowledge that he cannot see me, but I do as I’m told. Gingerly,he moves over and puts his arms around me and pulls me to his chest… oh my.“Sleep, baby,” he whispers, and I feel his nose in my hair as he inhales deeply.Holy cow. Christian Grey is sleeping with me, and in the comfort and solace of hisarms, I drift into a peaceful sleep.