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Both, rough hands are fisted in my hair, anchoring my head in place just inches from his. His quick fingers release my seatbelt and before I know what’s happened I’m on his lap. Our entire relationship hangs on his next words. I can’t believe how trusting I am, that I didn’t think of it sooner. He can’t be angry I know that this is the question he was anticipating. I feel the full weight of his stare on me, burning my skin into the hot red flush it now displays. What I thought were butterflies in my belly has now turned to clawing, angry birds and I brace myself to launch my query, “when was this picture taken?” I swing my eyes back to the offensive article hearing my blood rush through my ears. I try to shove it down, If I’m honest, I’m not sure I want to know.Ĭould this have been taken recently, did he lie about not seeing someone? Like a cold slap in the face the penny drops and the question lodges like a giant thorn in my throat. “No?” I don’t intend to make it sound like a question but I get the strangest impression that he’s waiting for something – maybe there’s a right and a wrong answer here. His gaze flames into passion and for a beat he says nothing before swallowing hard, “uhm…, No.” Concise and clear.

“Do you want to cancel the wedding?” I’m pondering his frame of mind if we stayed home where he could control all the eventualities. With his guarded look firmly in place he observes me, seemingly waiting for something.

I wonder if Christian can hear my heartbeat when I lift my uncertain eyes to his. The invisible hands around my neck tighten their grip, I’m lightheaded and my breathing, strained.

Fifty shades of grey excerpt contract svript