#Chapter 83 – Nothing Has Changed

The door clicks shut and Christian slowly crosses the room to the empty side of the bed. I watch every move of his silhouette as he slowly lowers himself to the vacant spot, as he uncurls his legs out in front of him, as he sighs and leans back against the pillows waiting there as if they were placed just for him. He sighs, and folds his hands in his lap, and stares down at them. Quietly, I take in the shape of his profile in repose, the defined lines of his straight nose, his firm chin, the hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes, as he never usually lets it. And god, god again I’m swept away by him. He’s just so beautiful. How can one man have such control over me, over the way that I feel? I reach over the bit of comforter between us – and god, does it feel like a mile, even if it’s only an inch or too. Softly, I place my hand on his arm, wanting to comfort, but also needing to know why he’s here. Christian feels it, intuits it, my silent inquiry. And he turns his head