Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. Y o u a r e m i n e.
The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning gray eyes gaze at me.
“Anastasia,” he says as a farewell.
“Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.
Fifty Shades of Grey Manip (Ana’s Birthday piece by E.L. James)
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