![]() ![]() 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 legalI remember his room upstairs. 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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