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He
glances
up
again
,
his
lips
twitching
with
a
trace
of
a
smile
.
“
Are
you
scolding
me
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
“
Yes
,
Mr
.
Grey
,
I
am
.
”
“
Well
,
I
can
’
t
sleep
.
”
He
frowns
once
more
as
a
trace
of
irritation
or
anger
flashes
across
his
face
.
With
me
?
Surely
not
.
I
ignore
his
facial
expression
and
very
bravely
sit
down
beside
him
on
the
piano
stool
,
placing
my
head
on
his
bare
shoulder
to
watch
his
deft
,
agile
fingers
caress
the
keys
.
He
pauses
fractionally
,
and
then
continues
to
the
end
of
the
piece
.
“
What
was
that
?
”
I
ask
softly
.
“
Chopin
.
Prelude
opus
twenty
-
eight
,
number
four
.
In
E
minor
,
if
you
’
re
interested
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
I
’
m
always
interested
in
what
you
do
.
”
He
turns
and
softly
presses
his
lips
against
my
hair
.
“
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
wake
you
.
”
