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“
Because
I
can
.
”
His
eyes
flash
with
a
wicked
gleam
.
“
Just
because
you
can
doesn
’
t
mean
that
you
should
,
”
I
reply
quietly
as
he
arches
an
eyebrow
at
me
,
his
eyes
twinkling
,
and
suddenly
I
feel
that
we
’
re
talking
about
something
else
,
but
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
.
Which
reminds
me
…
“
Why
did
you
send
me
the
books
,
Christian
?
”
My
voice
is
soft
.
He
puts
down
his
cutlery
and
regards
me
intently
,
his
eyes
burning
with
some
unfathomable
emotion
.
Holy
crap
—
my
mouth
dries
.
“
Well
,
when
you
were
nearly
run
over
by
the
cyclist
—
and
I
was
holding
you
and
you
were
looking
up
at
me
—
all
‘
kiss
me
,
kiss
me
,
Christian
’
”
—
he
pauses
and
shrugs
—
“
I
felt
I
owed
you
an
apology
and
a
warning
.
”
He
runs
his
hand
through
his
hair
.
“
Anastasia
,
I
’
m
not
a
hearts
and
flowers
kind
of
man
…
I
don
’
t
do
romance
.
My
tastes
are
very
singular
.
You
should
steer
clear
of
me
.
”
He
closes
his
eyes
as
if
in
defeat
.
“
There
’
s
something
about
you
,
though
,
and
I
’
m
finding
it
impossible
to
stay
away
.
But
I
think
you
’
ve
figured
that
out
already
.
”
My
appetite
vanishes
.
He
can
’
t
stay
away
!
“
Then
don
’
t
,
”
I
whisper
.
He
gasps
,
his
eyes
wide
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
saying
.
”
“
Enlighten
me
,
then
.
”
We
sit
gazing
at
each
other
,
neither
of
us
touching
our
food
.
“
You
’
re
not
celibate
,
then
?
”
I
breathe
.
