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“
Shit
,
Ana
!
”
Grey
cries
He
tugs
the
hand
that
he
’
s
holding
so
hard
that
I
fall
back
against
him
just
as
a
cyclist
whips
past
,
narrowly
missing
me
,
heading
the
wrong
way
up
this
one
-
way
street
.
It
all
happens
so
fast
—
one
minute
I
’
m
falling
,
the
next
I
’
m
in
his
arms
and
he
’
s
holding
me
tightly
against
his
chest
.
I
inhale
his
clean
,
wholesome
scent
.
He
smells
of
freshly
laundered
linen
and
some
expensive
body
wash
.
It
’
s
intoxicating
.
I
inhale
deeply
.
“
Are
you
okay
?
”
he
whispers
.
He
has
one
arm
around
me
,
clasping
me
to
him
,
while
the
fingers
of
his
other
hand
softly
trace
my
face
,
gently
probing
,
examining
me
.
His
thumb
brushes
my
lower
lip
,
and
his
breath
hitches
.
He
’
s
staring
into
my
eyes
,
and
I
hold
his
anxious
,
burning
gaze
for
a
moment
,
or
maybe
it
’
s
forever
…
but
eventually
,
my
attention
is
drawn
to
his
beautiful
mouth
.
And
for
the
first
time
in
twenty
-
one
years
,
I
want
to
be
kissed
.
I
want
to
feel
his
mouth
on
mine
.
*
*
*
Kiss
me
,
damn
it
!
I
implore
him
,
but
I
can
’
t
move
.
I
’
m
paralyzed
with
a
strange
,
unfamiliar
need
,
completely
captivated
by
him
.
I
’
m
staring
at
Christian
Grey
’
s
mouth
,
mesmerized
,
and
he
’
s
looking
down
at
me
,
his
gaze
hooded
,
his
eyes
darkening
.
He
’
s
breathing
harder
than
usual
,
and
I
’
ve
stopped
breathing
altogether
.
I
’
m
in
your
arms
.
Kiss
me
,
please
.
He
closes
his
eyes
,
takes
a
deep
breath
,
and
gives
me
a
small
shake
of
his
head
as
if
in
answer
to
my
silent
question
.
When
he
opens
his
eyes
again
,
it
’
s
with
some
new
purpose
,
a
steely
resolve
.
“
Anastasia
,
you
should
steer
clear
of
me
.
I
’
m
not
the
man
for
you
,
”
he
whispers
.
What
?
Where
is
this
coming
from
?
Surely
I
should
be
the
judge
of
that
.
I
frown
,
and
my
head
swims
with
rejection
.
“
Breathe
,
Anastasia
,
breathe
.
I
’
m
going
to
stand
you
up
and
let
you
go
,
”
he
says
quietly
,
and
he
gently
pushes
me
away
.
Adrenaline
has
spiked
through
my
body
,
from
the
near
miss
with
the
cyclist
or
the
heady
proximity
to
Christian
,
leaving
me
wired
and
weak
.
NO
!
my
psyche
screams
as
he
pulls
away
,
leaving
me
bereft
.
He
has
his
hands
on
my
shoulders
,
holding
me
at
arm
’
s
length
,
carefully
watching
my
reactions
.
And
the
only
thing
I
can
think
is
that
I
wanted
to
be
kissed
,
made
it
pretty
damned
obvious
,
and
he
didn
’
t
do
it
.
He
doesn
’
t
want
me
.
He
really
doesn
’
t
want
me
.
I
have
royally
screwed
up
the
coffee
morning
.
“
I
’
ve
got
this
,
”
I
breathe
,
finding
my
voice
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
I
mutter
,
awash
with
humiliation
.
How
could
I
have
misread
the
situation
between
us
so
utterly
?
I
need
to
get
away
from
him
.
