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Christian
is
seated
on
his
living
room
couch
reading
the
Sunday
papers
.
He
glances
up
as
Taylor
directs
me
into
the
living
area
.
The
room
is
exactly
as
I
remember
it
—
it
’
s
been
a
whole
week
since
I
’
ve
been
here
,
but
it
feels
so
much
longer
.
Christian
looks
cool
and
calm
—
actually
,
he
looks
heavenly
.
He
’
s
in
a
loose
white
linen
shirt
and
jeans
,
no
shoes
or
socks
.
His
hair
is
tousled
and
unkempt
,
and
his
eyes
twinkle
wickedly
.
He
rises
and
strolls
toward
me
,
an
amused
appraising
smile
on
his
beautiful
sculptured
lips
.
I
stand
immobilized
at
the
entrance
of
the
room
,
paralyzed
by
his
beauty
and
the
sweet
anticipation
of
what
’
s
to
come
.
The
familiar
charge
between
us
is
there
,
sparking
slowly
in
my
belly
,
drawing
me
to
him
.
“
Hmm
…
that
dress
,
”
he
murmurs
approvingly
as
he
gazes
down
at
me
.
“
Welcome
back
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
whispers
and
,
clasping
my
chin
,
he
leans
down
and
proffers
a
gentle
,
light
kiss
on
my
lips
.
The
touch
of
his
lips
to
mine
reverberates
throughout
my
body
.
My
breath
hitches
.
“
Hi
,
”
I
whisper
as
I
flush
.
“
You
’
re
on
time
.
I
like
punctual
.
Come
.
”
He
takes
my
hand
and
leads
me
to
the
couch
.
“
I
wanted
to
show
you
something
,
”
he
says
as
we
sit
.
He
hands
me
the
Seattle
Times
.
On
page
eight
,
there
’
s
a
photograph
of
the
two
of
us
together
at
the
graduation
ceremony
.
Holy
crap
.
I
’
m
in
the
paper
.
I
check
the
caption
.
Christian
Grey
and
friend
at
the
graduation
ceremony
at
WSU
Vancouver
.
I
laugh
.
“
So
I
’
m
your
‘
friend
’
now
.
”
“
So
it
would
appear
.
And
it
’
s
in
the
newspaper
,
so
it
must
be
true
.
”
He
smirks
.
Sitting
beside
me
,
his
whole
body
is
turned
toward
me
,
one
of
his
legs
tucked
under
the
other
.
Reaching
over
,
he
tucks
my
hair
behind
my
ear
with
his
long
index
finger
.
My
body
comes
alive
at
his
touch
,
waiting
and
needful
.
“
So
,
Anastasia
,
you
have
a
much
better
idea
of
what
I
’
m
about
since
you
were
last
here
.
”
