seen her that way.” He
blinks at the memory. “Yes, that was really something.
She’s normally so self-possessed. It was quite a shock.”
“See? Everyone loves you.” I smile. “Perhaps now
you’ll start believing it.” I lean down and kiss him gently.
“Happy birthday, Christian. I’m glad you’re here to
share your day with me. And you ha一ven’t seen what I’ve
got for you tomorrow um . . . today.” I smirk.
got for you tomorrow um . . . today.” I smirk.
“There’s more?” he says, astounded, and his face
erupts into a breathtaking grin.
“Oh yes, Mr. Grey, but you’ll ha一ve to wait until then.”
I wake suddenly from a dream or nightmare, and my pulse
is thumping. I turn, panicked, and to my relief, Christian is
fast asleep beside me. Because I’ve shifted, he stirs and
reaches out in his sleep, draping his arm over me, and rests
his head on my shoulder, sighing softly.
The room is flooded with light. It’s eight o’clock.
Christian never sleeps this late. I lie back and let my racing
heart calm. Why the anxiety? Is it the aftermath of last
night?
I turn and stare at him. He’s here. He’s safe. I take a
deep steadying breath and gaze at his lovely face. A face
that is now so familiar, all its dips and shadows eternally
etched on my mind.
He looks much younger when he’s asleep, and I grin
He looks much younger when he’s asleep, and I grin
because today he’s a whole year older. I hug myself,
thinking about my present. Oooh . . . what will he do?
Perhaps I should start by bringing him breakfast in bed.
Besides, José may still be here.
I find José at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal. I
can’t help but flush when I see him. He knows I’ve spent
the night with Christian. Why do I suddenly feel so shy?
It’s not as if I’m naked or anything. I’m wearing my silk
floor-length wrap.
“Morning, José,” I smile, brazening it out.
“Hey, Ana!” His face lights up, genuinely pleased to
see me. There’s no hint of teasing or salacious contempt in
his expression.
“Sleep well?” I ask.
“Sure. Some view from u
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