Still kneeling, he grasps my foot and undoes my Converse, pulling off my shoe and sock.
The song ends and tears spring to my eyes. I quickly scroll to another – “The Scientist” by Coldplay – one of Kate’s favorite bands. I know the track, but I’ve never really listened to the lyrics before. I close my eyes and let the words wash over and through me.
Three months is an arbitrary amount of time. We could make it six months, a year? How long do you want it to be? What would make you comfortable? Tell me.
Ana – as usual, you’re my.
Look at me,” he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, hard, and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look.
You’re not wearing running shoes.
Ana, there’s a package for you.” Kate is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Odd. I haven’t ordered anything from Amazon recently.
You see, most of your fear is in your head, Anastasia.
Mr. Grey.” I nod at him. Moving with lithe athletic grace to the door, he opens it wide. “Just ensuring you make it through the door, Miss Steele.” He gives me a small smile. Obviously, he’s referring to my earlier less-than-elegant entry into his office. I blush.
Snow Patrol blaring in my ears, I set off into the opal and aquamarine dusk.
Forget it, Ana, I scold myself. I decide that, all in all, it’s been a very interesting experience, but I shouldn’t dwell on it. Put it behind you. I never have to see him again.
How nice was that?
Of course! This is it! This is what I can do.
I wash my hands and hunt for the wok, the oil, and the other ingredients I need, repeatedly brushing against him – my hip, my arm, my back, my hands. Small, seemingly innocent touches. He stills each time I do.
And to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” I sigh.
Perhaps this agony will wash away in the shower.
Men aren’t really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. They.
Ana x At least I still earned a kiss. Surely she.
I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! The more girly I look perhaps the safer I’ll be from Bluebeard.
For you, Anastasia, I will try.