"...It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Steele." His voice warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel... or something.
Me, innocently flipping through the book: Oh, okay, nice description, I guess.
Also me, two seconds later: Wait, did Anastacia just swoon mid-thought? Like... girl, you're already gone. No turning back now.
Didn't realize how smitten she was with Christian Grey until I read it for myself. The movie didn't prepare me for this level of internal monologue thirst.












