Funny Shades of Grey--chapter seventeen
Chapter Seventeen Finally! It's what I've always dreamed of. Christian. Asleep in my bed. With me. And I have to go to the bathroom! Holy crap! I've got Christian in my arms. He's cuddling up next to me like a beached whale with a golf ball stuck in its blowhole, and all I can think of is how I can sneak away to, um, well... go back and reread the sixth sentence of this chapter if you want to know so bad. The only thing more asleep than the love of my life is the arm that he's cutting off the circulation to. My arm! I try to shift out from under him. Ouch! My hair! He's... on... my... hair. " Get off!" I say, and try to push him away. He's nothing but dead weight. Like arms and legs who've made the mistake of accepting a drink from Bill Cosby. Allegedly. His face is nuzzling against my neck. Gross! Who knew billionaires drooled just like horny frat boy...