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Almost Paaaradise~

~ Paraguayan ~
~ 19 years old and very immature ~
~ I love everything ~
~ Hola ~
Oct 20 '14

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Oct 20 '14

Why are you trying to change me?

Why are you trying to change me?

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Oct 19 '14

mllemileycyrus:

Fifty Shades of Grey » CHAPTER THREE {x}

We walk four blocks before we reach the Portland
Coffee House, where Grey releases me to hold the
door open so I can step inside.

"Why don't you choose a table, while I get the
drinks. What would you like?" he asks, polite as
ever.
"I'll have... um - English Breakfast tea, bag out."
He raises his eyebrows.
"No coffee?"
"I'm not keen on coffee." He smiles.
"Okay, bag out tea. Sugar?"

For a moment, I'm stunned, thinking it's an
endearment, but fortunately my subconscious kicks
in with pursed lips. No, stupid - do you take sugar?

"No thanks." I stare down at my knotted fingers.
"Anything to eat?"
"No thank you." I shake my head, and he heads to
the counter.

I surreptitiously gaze at him from beneath my lashes
as he stands in line waiting to be served. I could watch
him all day... he's tall, broad-shouldered, and slim,
and the way those pants hang from his hips... Oh my.
Once or twice he runs his long, graceful fingers through his now dry but still disorderly hair. Hmm... I'd like to
do that. The thought comes unbidden into my mind,
and my face flames. I bite my lip and stare down at my
hands again not liking where my wayward thoughts are headed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Grey is back, startling me.

I go crimson. I was just thinking about running my
fingers through your hair and wondering if it would feel
soft to touch. I shake my head. He's carrying a tray, which
he sets down on the small, round, birch-veneer table. He
hands me a cup and saucer, a small teapot, and a side
plate bearing a lone teabag labeled 'Twinings English
Breakfast' - my favorite. He has a coffee which bears a
wonderful leaf-pattern imprinted in the milk. How do they
do that I wonder idly. He's also bought himself a blueberry
muffin. Putting the tray aside, he sits opposite me and
crosses his long legs. He looks so comfortable, so at ease
with his body, I envy him. Here's me, all gawky and
uncoordinated, barely able to get from A to B without falling
flat on my face.

"Your thoughts?" he prompts me.
"This is my favorite tea." My voice is quiet, breathy. I simply
can't believe I'm sitting opposite Christian Grey in a coffee
shop in Portland. He frowns. He knows I'm hiding something.
I pop the teabag into the teapot and almost immediately fish
it out again with my teaspoon. As I place the used teabag
back on the side plate, he cocks his head gazing quizzically
at me.

"I like my tea black and weak," I mutter as an explanation.

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Oct 19 '14

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Oct 19 '14

mllemileycyrus:

Fifty Shades of Grey : 
Christian Trevelyan Grey & Anastasia Rose Steele.{x}

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Oct 19 '14

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Oct 19 '14

fifty5hadesofgrey:

"I want to chase the dawn with you."

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Oct 19 '14
I’m your lover, Anastasia, not your Dom. I love to hear your laugh and your girlish giggle. I like you relaxed and happy, like you are in Jose’s photos. That’s the girl that fell into my office. That’s the girl I fell in love with.
— Christian Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, chapter 21. (via klarolinemagic)

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Oct 19 '14

idetonatearoundhim:

YES, finally it’s getting kinky up in here

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