![]() ![]() Given he doesn’t sleep with anyone, one of them can’t have been used. It’s the bathroom, and it’s bigger than my bedroom. Returning to the bedroom, Christian is still asleep. I wonder briefly how she’s getting on with Elliot. Actually, Kate’s wardrobe probably rivals this. How can anyone need this many clothes? I tut with disapproval. ![]() Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I’m in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs – bathroom needs. I don’t have to worry about what I’m saying, what he’s saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for me. It’s tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he’s so lovely when he’s asleep. How could anyone look this good and still be legal? I remember his room upstairs… perhaps he’s not legal. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. He’s facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. Beside me, Christian Grey is fast asleep. It’s a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. ![]()
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