As we sit in the car,
Christian continues holding my hand.
His eyes are burned on my body. ” You really look more than lovely ” He sighs. ”Mine” and he pinches my hand. ”Yours. All yours.” His face fills itself with a huge, little - boy smile. I bring my finger to his smile, to touch it, to feel it. Than he playfully bites the top of my finger ”Auch” I sqeek. Way to dramatic. He laughs because of my reaction. ”What am I going to do with you Mrs. Grey?” ” You were going to please me, Mr. Grey.” He grins after I repeated his words. All of a sudden Taylor brakes. ” What the.. Taylor! Can’t you stop a little more gentle?!” Christian shouted. ”It’s Elena sir, she drove in front of our car.” What?! … I mean.. What?! Why doesn’t the blond one give up! This is supposed to be Christian and my night. I look at Christian. His face turned pale and I don’t know if it is dissapointment or anger I see in his eyes. I guess it’s the last one when I see how he reacts. ” Pull over Taylor” and he jumps out of the car, me walking right behind him as if it were a natural reflex to follow him to that blond. My legs feel featherlight, I feel cold and than warm again. I am a blur full of emotions.
I love it