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“
That
’
s
my
fault
,
”
he
says
,
and
shifts
me
so
that
he
can
rub
my
shoulders
and
arms
.
Gently
he
massages
some
life
back
into
my
limbs
.
What
?
I
glance
up
at
him
behind
me
,
trying
to
understand
what
he
means
.
“
That
you
don
’
t
giggle
more
often
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
a
great
giggler
,
”
I
mumble
sleepily
.
“
Oh
,
but
when
it
happens
,
Miss
Steele
,
’
tis
a
wonder
and
joy
to
behold
.
”
“
Very
flowery
,
Mr
.
Grey
,
”
I
mutter
,
trying
to
keep
my
eyes
open
.
His
eyes
soften
,
and
he
smiles
.
“
I
’
d
say
you
’
re
thoroughly
fucked
and
in
need
of
sleep
.
”
“
That
wasn
’
t
flowery
at
all
,
”
I
grumble
playfully
.
