bear anyone to touch me. I couldn't. Couldn't bear anyone near me. I used to fight . . . fuck, did I fight. I got into some god-awful brawls. I was expelled from a couple of schools. But it was a way to let off steam. To tolerate some kind of physical contact." He stops again. "Well, you get the idea. And when she kissed me, she only grabbed my face. She didn't touch me." His voice is barely audible. She must have known. Perhaps Grace had told her. Oh, my poor Fifty. I have to fold my hands beneath my pillow and rest my head on it in order to resist the urge to hold him.
"Well, the next day I went back to the house, not knowing what to expect. And I'll spare you the gory details, but there was more of the same. And that's how our relationship started."
Oh fuck, this is painful to hear.
He shifts again onto his side so he's facing me.
"And you know something, Ana? My world came into focus. Sharp and clear. Everything. It was exactly what I needed. She was a breath of fresh air. Making the decisions, taking all that shit away from me, letting me breathe."
Holy shit.
"And even when it all finished, my world stayed in focus because of her. And it stayed that way until I met you."
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Tentatively, he smoothes a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.
"You turned my world on its head." He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they are raw. "My world was ordered, calm and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your beauty, and your quiet temerity . . . and everything before you was just dull, empty, mediocre . . . it was nothing."
Oh my.
"I fell in love," he whispers.
I stop breathing. He caresses my cheek.
"So did I," I murmur with the little breath I have left. His eyes soften. "I know," he mouths.
"You do?"
"Yes."
Hallelujah! I smile shyly at him. "Finally," I whisper. He nods.
"And it's put everything into perspective for me. When I was younger, Elena was the center of my world. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. And she did a lot for me. She stopped my drinking. Made me work hard at school . . . You know, she gave me a coping mechanism I hadn't had before, allowed me to experience things that I never thought I could."
"Touch," I whisper.
He nods. "After a fashion."
I frown, wondering what he means.
He hesitates at my reaction.
Tell me! I will him.
"If you grow up with a wholly negative self-image, thinking you're some kind of reject, an unlovable savage, you think you deserve to be beaten."
Christian . . . you are none of those things.
He pauses and runs his hand through his hair. "Ana, it's much easier to wear your pain on the outside . . ." Again, it's a confession. Oh.
"She channeled my anger." His mouth presses together in a bleak line. "Mostly inward - I realize that now. Dr. Flynn's been on and on about this for some time. It was only recently that I saw our relationship for what it was. You know . . . on my birthday."
I shudder as the unwelcome memory of Elena and Christian verbally eviscerating each other at Christian's birthday party surfaces unwelcome in my mind.
"For her that side of our relationship was about sex and control and a lonely woman finding some kind of comfort with her boy toy."
"But you like control," I whisper.
"Yes. I do. I always will, Ana. It's who I am. I surrendered it for a brief while. Let someone make all my decisions for me. I couldn't do it myself - I wasn't in a fit state. But through my submission to her, I found myself and found the strength to take charge of my life . . . take control and make my own decisions."
"Become a Dom?"
"Yes."
"Your decision?"
"Yes."
"Dropping out of Harvard?"
"My decision, and it was the best decision I ever made. Until I met you."
"Me?"
"Yes." His lips quirk up in a soft smile. "The best decision I ever made was marrying you."
Oh my. "Not starting your company?"
He shakes his head.
"Not learning to fly?"
He shakes his head. "You," he mouths. He caresses my cheek with his knuckles. "She knew," he whispers.
I frown. "She knew what?"
"That I was head over heels in love with you. She encouraged me to go