Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 110

This is nice.

“Any specific drivel you want to see?” I ask her.

“You don’t like TV much, do you?” Ana says.

I shake my head. “Waste of time. But I’ll watch something with you.”

“I thought we could make out.”

“Make out?” I stop flicking and stare at her.

“Yes.” Ana frowns.

“We could go to bed and make out.”

“We do that all the time. When was the last time you made out in front of the TV?” she asks with a shy smile.

Um… Never?

I shrug and shake my head, embarrassed to answer. I didn’t do the make-out thing. I would have liked to. I remember Elliot bringing home girl after girl and making out with them

I used to burn with envy.

But I couldn’t bear to be touched.

How can you kiss and cuddle someone when you can’t tolerate their hands on you?

Fuck. Those were tough years.

I flick through the channels, and an old episode of The X-Files pops up.

Ha! Scully, my first adolescent crush.

“Christian?” Ana asks, bringing

“I’ve never done that,” I answer, quickly. Can we move on?

“Never?”

“No.”

“Not even with Mrs. Robinson?”

I laugh. “Baby, I did a lot of things with Mrs. Robinson. Making out was not one of them.” Ana looks horrified, and I want to kick myself for allowing Elena into our conversation. And then it occurs to me—maybe Ana has made out with

“Of course.” She’s scandalized that I would think otherwise.

“What! Who with?”

Ana clams up.

she have some first great love? I know nothing about her love

She gazes down at her hands, knotted in her lap. I place my hand over hers, and she glances up at me.

I’m just curious, Ana. “I want to know. So, I can beat whoever it was to a pulp.”

She giggles.

“The first time! There’s more than one fucker?”

“Why so surprised, Mr. Grey?”

I run a hand through my hair. The thought of anyone touching Ana is…annoying.

“I’ve certainly

“You have.” I grin. “Tell me. I want to know.”

“You really want me to tell you?”

I’m interested in everything about you, Ana.

She takes a deep breath. “I was briefly in Texas with Mom and Husband Number Three. I was in tenth grade. His name was Bradley, and he was my lab partner in physics.”

“How old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

“And what’s he doing now?”

“What base did he get to?”

“Christian!” she chastises me, and we stare at each other.

Fuck this Bradley. What kind of a name is

ankles, and tip her up so she falls back on the couch, and I lay down on

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