Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 61

I narrow my eyes. “There’s that word again.”

She grins, and I run my fingers down her cheek. Her smile fades.

“What is it?” I ask, and she shifts her gaze downward, away from me. “Ana?”

Her eyes find mine, and fix me with an intense stare. “We’ve not been too hasty, have we?” she asks in a rush, her voice breathy and quiet.

All my senses are suddenly on high alert.

Where the fuck is she going with this?

“No! Why do you think so?”

“It’s just that I’m so happy right now, I don’t know if I could be any happier. I don’t want to change anything.”

I close my eyes, savoring my relief. She lays her hand on my cheek. “Are you happy?” she asks.

Opening my eyes, I regard her with all the sincerity I can muster from every fiber of my being. “Of course I’m happy. You have no idea how you’ve changed my life for the better. But I’ll be happier once we’re married.”

“You’re anxious. I can see it in your eyes.” Her fingers graze my chin.

“I’m anxious to make you mine.”

“I am yours,” she murmurs, and her words force a smile.

Mine.

I continue, “And we have to endure two days of enforced socializing.”

She giggles. “Yes. There’s that.”

“I can’t wait to take you away.”

“I can’t wait, either. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I like surprises.”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too, Christian.” She leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Are you sleepy?” I ask.

“No.”

Good. “Me neither. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Elliot takes a swig of Macallan. It’s just after midnight, and he’s sprawled out on my couch, feet up, taking up about as much space as he can. The man has no sense of decorum.

“Man, this is good scotch.”

“Should be.” It’s expensive.

“What did she get you?” he asks. From my pocket I remove the turquoise Tiffany box that contains my wedding gift from Ana. Opening it up for the second time, I study the platinum cuff links, engraved with an elaborate C entwined with an A. She’s never bought me anything like this, and I love them. I’ll wear them tomorrow when we marry.

I hand them to Elliot and he nods in approval as he examines them. “Nice gift.”

“Yes. They’re perfect.”

“It’s late, bro.” He yawns. “We should turn in. In case it’s slipped your mind, you’re getting hitched in the morning.”

“We should.” My sip of Armagnac warms the back of my mouth before sliding smoothly down my throat. “It’ll be weird sleeping on my own.”

Now, there’s a sentence I never thought I’d utter.

“Tonight was cool,” he says, ignoring me. “I dig Ana’s parents. Bob doesn’t say much. Come to think of it, Ana’s dad doesn’t, either.”

“They’re both taciturn.” I arch an eyebrow. “Carla has a type.”

Elliot laughs. “It’s always the quiet ones. Like you, hotshot.” He raises his glass and grins at me.

Fuck off, Elliot. I scowl at him. “Like me? I have no idea what you’re alluding to, and I don’t even want to think about it. They’re my in-laws, for fuck’s sake.”

“I don’t know. Ana’s mom’s hot. I could get into older women.”

I’m not going there with Elliot!

“Dude! What about Kavanagh?”

He gives me a sheepish grin, and I think he’s kidding. “Bet you’re glad all the parentals hit it off.” He steers us to safer ground. “And Ray is a Mariners fan, so he can’t be all bad, but the jury is out on the Sounders. I’m not a fan of soccer.”