My breath hitches as I absorb his words.

"You want me to stay the night?" I ask breathlessly.

He nods, skimming his nose along my shoulder and throat.

"I do."

"I don't know if I'm allowed," I confess, sounding more like an 18-year-old girl than I ever have in my whole life. "I mean, I live next door."

"Tell your parents you're at a friends house. They won't know."

"I could say I was at Gia's I suppose. They won't know she's with her boyfriend I don't think. No, they won't. I can't say Kate's because they know she's with Henry..."

I'm babbling to myself now, talking more to me than him. He looks up and just smiles at me.

"You're so fucking adorable. Do you know how long I've waited for an excuse, for a reason to get you in my house? To talk to you? To kiss you? Touch you?"

I shake my head. I had absolutely no idea.

"I have. Ever since you moved in and you and Carla brought me over that plate of cookies."

"Really?" I ask in disbelief.

I never knew. How could I have? He never even showed an inkling that he was interested in me. I'm so happy I could scream.

"Mhmm. I've liked you since then. You're beautiful."

"So are you," I smile, and I lean in to kiss him again.

"Stay," he implores against my lips. "Stay with me Anastasia."

"Okay."

I leave shortly after that, promising that I will come back later on and stay. I take a shower, and as the water falls over me, I am a nervous wreck. I just agreed to spend the night with a man. And not just any man. No, I agreed to stay with Christian Grey. My next-door neighbour who I've liked since he arrived. I've never been as nervous, or excited, in my life. My emotions are conflicting so badly and it's scary. As I wash my hair and body thoroughly, I wonder what to wear. The plan has already been put in motion. I phoned my parents to tell them

I was spending the night at Gia's and no questions were asked. They told me to have a good time and that there was a $20 in the money jar for me if I wanted pizza. I also promised Christian I would be there so there was no turning back now. I shave my legs and arms, and my intimate area, before getting out and drying myself. I spend ages figuring out what to wear but in the end I decide on the red lacy matching underwear set Kate brought me last Christmas with my tightest jeans and a figure-hugging sweater. I pack a bag with a few things inside and then I check my watch. It's 8 and I told him I'd be there at 7:30. He probably thinks I'm not going to show so I need to hurry. Trying my hardest to shake off my nerves, I hitch my bag over my shoulder and leave.

Christian's door is open when I arrive so I let myself in and lock the door behind me. His house is so warm and Christmassy and inviting. As I walk quietly into the living room I notice the illumination of the flickering candles. He has laid out the most beautiful scented candles and turned the lights down low, setting the perfect romantic atmosphere. It's so cute I could cry. As I'm busy I'd admiring, I don't notice a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me against his chest.

"You're here," Christian murmurs.

"Sorry I'm late," I say quietly.

"It's fine. I'm so happy you came Ana."

It's the first time he has called me by my nickname and I like the sound of it.

Christian helps me out of my coat and then leads me over to sit down on the couch.

"I thought that we could maybe watch a movie or something?" He says, pulling me into his side and switching on the TV.

I can't deny that I'm very surprised. I half expected him to drag me upstairs straight away but he doesn't. He puts on Home Alone, one of my holiday favourites, and drapes a blanket over me. As we watch the Christmas movie together, he strokes my hair softly and every once in a while he bends his head to kiss me. Everything in this time spent with Christian is magical and special and I know I'm probably just a silly teenage girl but I feel like I'm falling for him already.

"Have you already eaten?" He asks, pausing the movie halfway through. "I could order us a pizza or something?"

"That would be nice," I smile.

"Cheese?"

I nod.

Christian orders the pizza and then we eat it together, watching the rest of the movie. I've never done this before. Something as simple as snuggling up and watching a movie with a guy is a foreign concept to me but I love it and I want to do this every day.

With him. Nobody else.

By the time the movie finishes it's around 10 and Christian turns to me, captures my face in both of his hands and kisses me softly.

"Do you want to go to bed now?" He asks gently.

I nod.

I know I've got to tell him now, I have to. He has to know that I'm a virgin. I fidget nervously. What if he rejects me after I tell him? I couldn't bear that. It would break my heart. He must be able to sense my nervousness because he holds me close, stroking my face and asks me what's wrong.

"I have something to tell you," I say quietly, looking into his eyes.

"What is it Ana?" He encourages. "You can tell me."

His eyes are so earnest I can't help but trust him.

"I've never spent the night with a guy before…I'm a virgin," I finally confess, staring at my lap.

He doesn't say anything for several long seconds and I'm scared to look up, scared to know his reaction. When I finally do, he's wearing a bit of a smile.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yes."

"There's no need to worry," he says, cradling my face. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But guess what?"

He starts to nibble on my ear lobe now and I let out a little moan.

"What?" I reply.

"You have no idea how much that turns me on," he whispers.

He then stands up and lifts me into his arms. I lock my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist as he starts to walk upstairs.

Please review, let me know what you think about me adding a few more chapters than originally planned xoxo