fifty-shades-of-grey

Christian is running both his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study.Two hands – that’s double exasperation. His usual concrete control seems to have slippeda notch.“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me,” he castigates me.“The subject never came up. I’m not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyoneI meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.” I’m staring at my hands. Why am Ifeeling guilty? Why is he so mad? I peek up at him.“Well, you know a lot more about me now,” he snaps, his mouth presses into a hardline. “I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin!” He says it like it’s a really dirty word.“Hell, Ana, I just showed you,” he groans. “May God forgive me. Have you ever beenkissed, apart from by me?”“Of course I have.” I try my best to look affronted. Okay… maybe twice.“And a nice young man hasn’t swept you off your feet? I just don’t understand. You’retwenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You’re beautiful.” He runs his hand through his hair again.Beautiful. I flush with pleasure. Christian Grey thinks I’m beautiful. I knot my fingerstogether, staring at them hard, trying to conceal my goofy grin. Perhaps he’s near-sighted,my subconscious has reared her somnambulant head. Where was she when I needed her?“And you’re seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience.”His brows knit together. “How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please.”