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“
Bed
,
”
he
orders
again
.
I
climb
back
onto
the
bed
,
trying
not
to
think
about
the
blood
.
He
clambers
in
beside
me
and
pulls
me
into
his
embrace
,
wrapping
his
arms
around
me
so
that
I
’
m
facing
away
from
him
.
He
kisses
my
hair
gently
,
and
he
inhales
deeply
.
“
Sleep
,
sweet
Anastasia
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
I
close
my
eyes
,
but
I
can
’
t
help
feel
a
residual
melancholy
either
from
the
music
or
his
demeanor
.
Christian
Grey
has
a
sad
side
.
*
*
*
Light
fills
the
room
,
coaxing
me
from
deep
sleep
to
wakefulness
.
I
stretch
out
and
open
my
eyes
.
It
’
s
a
beautiful
May
morning
,
Seattle
at
my
feet
.
Wow
,
what
a
view
.
Beside
me
,
Christian
Grey
is
fast
asleep
.
Wow
,
what
a
view
.
I
’
m
surprised
he
’
s
still
in
bed
.
He
’
s
facing
me
,
and
I
have
an
unprecedented
opportunity
to
study
him
.
His
lovely
face
looks
younger
,
relaxed
in
sleep
.
His
sculptured
,
pouty
lips
are
parted
slightly
,
and
his
shiny
,
clean
hair
is
a
glorious
mess
.
How
could
anyone
look
this
good
and
still
be
legal
?
I
remember
his
room
upstairs
…
perhaps
he
’
s
not
legal
.
I
shake
my
head
,
so
much
to
think
about
.
It
’
s
tempting
to
reach
out
and
touch
him
,
but
like
a
small
child
,
he
’
s
so
lovely
when
he
’
s
asleep
.
I
don
’
t
have
to
worry
about
what
I
’
m
saying
,
what
he
’
s
saying
,
what
plans
he
has
,
especially
his
plans
for
me
.
I
could
gaze
at
him
all
day
,
but
I
have
needs
—
bathroom
needs
.
Slipping
out
of
bed
,
I
find
his
white
shirt
on
the
floor
and
shrug
it
on
.
I
walk
through
a
door
thinking
that
it
might
be
the
bathroom
,
but
I
’
m
in
a
vast
walk
-
in
closet
as
big
as
my
bedroom
.
Lines
and
lines
of
expensive
suits
,
shirts
,
shoes
,
and
ties
.
How
can
anyone
need
this
many
clothes
?
I
tut
with
disapproval
.
Actually
,
Kate
’
s
wardrobe
probably
rivals
this
.
Kate
!
Oh
no
.
I
didn
’
t
think
about
her
all
evening
.
I
was
supposed
to
text
her
.
Crap
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
in
trouble
.
I
wonder
briefly
how
she
’
s
getting
on
with
Elliot
.
Returning
to
the
bedroom
,
Christian
is
still
asleep
.
I
try
the
other
door
.
It
’
s
the
bathroom
,
and
it
’
s
bigger
than
my
bedroom
.
Why
does
one
man
need
so
much
space
?
Two
sinks
,
I
notice
with
irony
.
Given
he
doesn
’
t
sleep
with
anyone
,
one
of
them
can
’
t
have
been
used
.
I
stare
at
myself
in
the
gigantic
mirror
above
the
sinks
.
Do
I
look
different
?
I
feel
different
.
I
feel
a
little
sore
,
if
I
’
m
honest
,
and
my
muscles
—
jeez
,
it
’
s
like
I
’
ve
never
done
any
exercise
in
my
life
.
You
don
’
t
do
any
exercise
in
your
life
.
My
subconscious
has
woken
.
She
’
s
staring
at
me
with
pursed
lips
,
tapping
her
foot
.
So
you
’
ve
just
slept
with
him
,
given
him
your
virginity
,
a
man
who
doesn
’
t
love
you
.
In
fact
,
he
has
very
odd
ideas
about
you
,
wants
to
make
you
some
sort
of
kinky
sex
slave
.
ARE
YOU
CRAZY
?
She
’
s
shouting
at
me
.
I
wince
as
I
look
in
the
mirror
.
I
am
going
to
have
to
process
all
this
.
Honestly
,
fancy
falling
for
a
man
who
’
s
beyond
beautiful
,
richer
than
Croesus
,
and
has
a
Red
Room
of
Pain
waiting
for
me
.
I
shudder
.
I
’
m
bewildered
and
confused
.
My
hair
is
its
usual
wayward
self
.
Just
-
fucked
hair
doesn
’
t
suit
me
.
I
try
to
bring
order
to
the
chaos
with
my
fingers
but
fail
miserably
and
give
up
—
maybe
I
’
ll
find
hair
ties
in
my
purse
.
