Chapter 67 (1/2)
”I'm okay. We're all okay. A bit shaken. But Gail is fine. Ryan is fine. And Jack is gone.”
He shakes his head. ”No thanks to you,” he mutters. What? I lean back, and glare at him. ”What do you mean?”
”I don't want to argue about it right now, Ana.”
I blink. Well, maybe I do, but I decide against it. At least he's talking to me. I nestle into him once more. His fingers move to my hair and start playing with it.
”I want to punish you,” he whispers. ”Really beat the shit out of you,” he adds.
My heart leaps into my mouth. Fuck. ”I know,” I whisper as my scalp prickles.
”Maybe I will.”
”I hope not.”
He hugs me tighter. ”Ana, Ana, Ana. You'd try the patience of a saint.”
”I could accuse you of many things, Mr. Grey, but being a saint isn't one of them.”
Finally I am blessed with his reluctant chuckle. ”Fair point well made as ever, Mrs. Grey.” He kisses my forehead and shifts.
”Back to bed. You had a late night, too.” He moves quickly, picking me up and depositing me back on the bed.
”Lie down with me?”
”No. I have things to do.” He reaches down and collects the glass.
”Go back to sleep. I'll wake you in a couple of hours.”
”Are you still mad at me?”
”Yes.”
”I'll go back to sleep, then.”
”Good.” He pulls the duvet over me and kisses my forehead once more. ”Sleep.”