No. No!” he says.“I. . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”“No. . . No!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian.
— E.L. James
Fifty Shades Darker
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