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To
:
Christian
Grey
Okay
,
I
’
ve
seen
enough
.
It
was
nice
knowing
you
.
Ana
I
press
“
send
,
”
hugging
myself
,
laughing
at
my
little
joke
.
Will
he
find
it
as
funny
?
Oh
,
shit
—
probably
not
.
Christian
Grey
is
not
famed
for
his
sense
of
humor
.
But
I
know
it
exists
,
I
’
ve
experienced
it
.
Perhaps
I
’
ve
gone
too
far
.
I
wait
for
his
answer
.
I
wait
…
and
wait
.
I
glance
at
my
alarm
clock
.
Ten
minutes
have
passed
.
To
distract
myself
from
the
anxiety
that
blooms
in
my
belly
,
I
start
doing
what
I
told
Kate
I
would
be
doing
—
packing
up
my
room
.
I
begin
by
cramming
my
books
into
a
crate
.
By
nine
,
I
’
ve
heard
nothing
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
out
.
I
pout
petulantly
as
I
plug
my
iPod
earbuds
in
,
listen
to
Snow
Patrol
,
and
sit
down
at
my
small
desk
to
reread
the
contract
and
make
my
comments
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
glance
up
,
maybe
I
catch
a
slight
movement
from
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
when
I
do
,
he
’
s
standing
in
the
doorway
of
my
bedroom
,
watching
me
intently
.
He
’
s
wearing
his
gray
flannel
pants
and
a
white
linen
shirt
,
gently
twirling
his
car
keys
.
I
pull
my
earbuds
out
and
freeze
.
Fuck
!
“
Good
evening
,
Anastasia
.
”
His
voice
is
cool
,
his
expression
completely
guarded
and
unreadable
.
The
capacity
to
speak
deserts
me
.
Damn
Kate
for
letting
him
in
here
with
no
warning
.
Vaguely
,
I
’
m
aware
that
I
’
m
still
in
my
sweats
,
unshowered
,
yucky
,
and
he
’
s
just
gloriously
yummy
,
his
pants
doing
that
hanging
from
the
hips
thing
,
and
what
’
s
more
,
he
’
s
here
in
my
bedroom
.
