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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
.
“
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
his
arms
,
I
drift
into
a
peaceful
sleep
.
*
*
*
The
candle
flame
is
too
hot
.
It
flickers
and
dances
in
the
over
-
warm
breeze
,
a
breeze
that
brings
no
respite
from
the
heat
.
Soft
gossamer
wings
flutter
to
and
fro
in
the
dark
,
sprinkling
dusty
scales
in
the
circle
of
light
.
I
’
m
struggling
to
resist
,
but
I
’
m
drawn
.
And
then
it
’
s
so
bright
,
and
I
am
flying
too
close
to
the
sun
,
dazzled
by
the
light
,
fried
and
melting
from
the
heat
,
weary
in
my
endeavors
to
stay
airborne
.
I
am
so
warm
.
The
heat
…
it
’
s
stifling
,
overpowering
.
It
wakes
me
.
I
open
my
eyes
,
and
I
’
m
draped
in
Christian
Grey
.
He
’
s
wrapped
around
me
like
a
victory
flag
.
He
’
s
fast
asleep
with
his
head
on
my
chest
,
his
arm
over
me
,
holding
me
close
,
one
of
his
legs
thrown
over
and
hooked
around
both
of
mine
.
He
’
s
suffocating
me
with
his
body
heat
,
and
he
’
s
heavy
.
I
take
a
moment
to
absorb
that
he
’
s
still
in
my
bed
and
fast
asleep
,
and
it
’
s
light
outside
—
morning
.
He
has
spent
the
whole
night
with
me
.
My
right
arm
is
stretched
,
no
doubt
in
search
of
a
cool
spot
,
and
as
I
process
the
fact
that
he
’
s
still
with
me
,
the
thought
occurs
that
I
can
touch
him
.
He
’
s
asleep
.
Tentatively
,
I
lift
my
hand
and
run
the
tips
of
my
fingers
down
his
back
.
Deep
in
his
throat
,
I
hear
a
faint
,
distressed
groan
,
and
he
stirs
.
He
nuzzles
my
chest
,
inhaling
deeply
as
he
wakes
.
Sleepy
,
blinking
gray
eyes
meet
mine
beneath
his
tousled
mop
of
hair
.
“
Good
morning
,
”
he
mumbles
,
and
frowns
.
“
Jesus
,
even
in
my
sleep
I
’
m
drawn
to
you
.
”
He
moves
slowly
,
unpeeling
his
limbs
from
me
as
he
gets
his
bearings
.
I
become
aware
of
his
erection
against
my
hip
.
He
notices
my
wide
-
eyed
reaction
,
and
he
smiles
a
slow
,
sexy
smile
.
