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“
For
what
?
”
He
frowns
.
He
hasn
’
t
taken
his
hands
off
me
.
“
For
saving
me
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
That
idiot
was
riding
the
wrong
way
.
I
’
m
glad
I
was
here
.
I
shudder
to
think
what
could
have
happened
to
you
.
Do
you
want
to
come
and
sit
down
in
the
hotel
for
a
moment
?
”
He
releases
me
,
his
hands
by
his
sides
,
and
I
’
m
standing
in
front
of
him
feeling
like
a
fool
.
With
a
shake
,
I
clear
my
head
.
I
just
want
to
go
.
All
my
vague
,
unarticulated
hopes
have
been
dashed
.
He
doesn
’
t
want
me
.
What
was
I
thinking
?
I
scold
myself
.
What
would
Christian
Grey
want
with
you
?
my
subconscious
mocks
me
.
I
wrap
my
arms
around
myself
and
turn
to
face
the
road
and
note
with
relief
that
the
green
man
has
appeared
.
I
quickly
make
my
way
across
,
conscious
that
Grey
is
behind
me
.
Outside
the
hotel
,
I
turn
briefly
to
face
him
but
cannot
look
him
in
the
eye
.
“
Thanks
for
the
tea
and
doing
the
photo
shoot
,
”
I
murmur
.
“
Anastasia
…
I
…
”
He
stops
,
and
the
anguish
in
his
voice
demands
my
attention
,
so
I
peer
unwillingly
up
at
him
.
His
gray
eyes
are
bleak
as
he
runs
his
hand
through
his
hair
.
He
looks
torn
,
frustrated
,
his
expression
stark
,
all
his
careful
control
has
evaporated
.
“
What
,
Christian
?
”
I
snap
irritably
after
he
says
…
nothing
.
I
just
want
to
go
.
I
need
to
take
my
fragile
,
wounded
pride
away
and
somehow
nurse
it
back
to
health
.
“
Good
luck
with
your
exams
,
”
he
murmurs
.
Huh
?
This
is
why
he
looks
so
desolate
?
This
is
the
big
sendoff
?
Just
to
wish
me
luck
in
my
exams
?
