E. L. James
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“Hey,” he breathes, clasping my head in his hands, gazing down at me… “Why are you crying?” His voice is filled with concern. “Because I love you so much,” I whisper. He half-closes his eyes as if drugged, absorbing my words. When he opens them again, they blaze with his love. “And I you, Ana. You make me… whole.” He kisses me gently as Roberta Flack finishes her song.”
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