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What? She knohat I’? Am I that obvious? Since when?

Since she stripped me of all my armor and I discovered that I needed her

She stares at htens “Those beautiful eyes look too large in your face, Anastasia Please tell me you’ll eat”

“Yes, Christian, I’ll eat” She sounds less than sincere

“I mean it”

“Do you, now?” Her voice is laced with sarcasm, and I almost have to sit on my hands

Fuck this

It’s time to declare myself

“I don’t want to fight with you, Anastasia I want you back, and I want you healthy” I’m honored with her shocked, all-eyes look

“But nothing’s changed” Her expression shifts to a frown

Oh, Ana, it has—there’s been a seismic shift in me

We pull up at the gallery and I have no time to explain before the show “Let’s talk on the way back We’re here”

Before she can say she’s not interested, I exit the car, walk around to her side, and open the door She looks mad as she climbs out

“Why do you do that?” she exclaims, exasperated

“Do what?” Shit—what’s this?

“Say so like that and then just stop”

That’s it—that’s why you’re mad?

“Anastasia, we’re here Where you want to be Let’s do this and then talk I don’t particularly want a scene in the street”