You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me."I used your toothbrush."His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

No. No!” he says.“I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian .

Not everyone can just up an’ go whenever they please!

You’re beautiful when you do that.”She dropped her gaze to his. “What’s that?”“Smile.

You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.