Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

—You're not hungry?

I smile at his chest as I slowly slide my hand across it.

We're lying on the grass. At least part of us. The other is on part of the clothes. I don't think I have the strength to get up. I put my hand under his sternum where you can see some slight bruising start to appear.

—Did I hurt you? —I ask him as I lean on my elbow and look into his eyes.

— If you did, I didn't notice it, Ana. I was lost in the sensations of the moment. —he says to me as he leans over me. —Why we're not having lunch, I'm dying to try that delicious thing you've prepared.

—I thought I was delicious?

—And you are. Especially with something sweet on top. —he says to me smiling as he steals a kiss from me. — But if I don't feed well, I don't think I can take another round.

—Let's have lunch then. —I tell him as he gets up from me.

I pick up my dress and panties. I shake off the grass and get ready to put them on. When I feel Christian singing behind me. I turn to him because I don't understand anything he sings.

—What song is that? —I ask him as he smiles at me and takes the clothes off my hands without stopping singing.

He turns me around and while he hugs me from behind he forces me to walk towards the house, while he continues to sing in my ear. And I can recognize the word lingerie and pounds in Spanish.

—I didn't know you knew songs in Spanish? What do the lyrics say? —I ask him as we enter the cabin.

—It's a praise of the woman's naked body.

—Is it?

—Yes. The song is called Desnuda, by Ricardo Arjona, a Guatemalan singer.

—How do you know the song?

— I learned it in one of the movies I shot. There was a Latin guy in the cast who sang a lot of his songs. And one day I asked him to teach me a song that I could dedicate one day to a beautiful woman.

—How many beautiful women have you dedicated them to? —I ask him, afraid of the answer.

—I only know one. —he says to me with a seductive smile. —What have you prepared for lunch? — he asks me as I watch him sit, naked on a barstool.

—Aren't you going to get dressed? —I'm curious as I start to serve lunch.

—Are we expecting a visitor?

—No one knows where we are.

—Then no, I refuse to wear any clothes while we're here. —and I can't help but laugh. —That goes for you, too. —he tells me when I put the dishes on the counter.

—Christian, you can't expect me to walk around in the buff.

—That's exactly what I'm pretending. Think of the advantages. —he says to me, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

—The advantages? — I am curious about.—I see you've thought about this.

—Oh yes! I've thought about it a lot. This is a unique opportunity. It will be an unforgettable honeymoon.

—Honeymoon?

—Honeymoon. —he says to me in a seductive tone. —So I don't want you to think about anything but sex during the time we're here.

—Mmmm, that sounds tempting. —I say to him with a smile as I sit next to him. —But you know we can't stay here forever.

—I know, but I plan on enjoying every second we're together.—he says to me as he starts to eat lunch. —This is delicious.

—I told you. —I answer him as I start lunch too.

—But no more than what I tasted a while ago. —and we both laugh as we exchange a knowing glance.

Time in the cabin goes by so fast. Minutes become hours and hours become days. With Christian I lose track of time. And it seems that the same thing happens to him with me. Every morning he surprises me with a delicious breakfast in bed. The clothes, I have no idea where they are. The little we had brought with us has disappeared as if by magic. But I know that Christian is the one behind it. After the second day, I stop asking about the clothes. I'm so comfortable now walking around naked, I've forgotten that at some point I have to take it back.

Every day that goes by, Christian surprises me more. We've made love on every surface in the house. Believe me. On all of them. From the walls, the floor, the bathroom, the bedroom, the countertop, the table, the porch.

But nothing like making love on a blanket in the starlight. We even got to spend a night cuddling while covering ourselves with another blanket.

It's been almost a week. I have no idea if they're looking for us or not. But if they are, they haven't found us yet. It's nighttime. We're sitting on the porch, hugging. Christian smiles like an idiot as he looks up at the starry sky. But I couldn't smile. I'm thinking about L.A.

—Are you worried about the situation?—he suddenly says to me.

—Yes. I'm afraid of what might happen. —I answer him as I get closer to his chest.

—I think it's time to go back then and face the consequences. —he says as he slides an arm around my shoulders.

—I'm afraid of losing you. —I confess to him as I press harder against him.

Christian pulls me aside and makes me look him straight in the eye.

—You're not going to lose me. I'm going to do my best to keep us together. —he says to me as he kisses me on the lips.

A kiss that increases in intensity every moment. And in a moment I see myself lying on the blanket under us on the porch and moaning against his lips.

—Tomorrow we'll be back. —he says, separating his lips from mine for a moment and looking into my eyes. —Now I'm going to end our honeymoon as it should be. —and he puts his lips back together with mine as he presses against my body.

And I begin to surrender to his caresses.

Christian is driving back. I'm nervous. We've been away from everyone for a week. No communication and no idea what was going on in L.A.

Christian doesn't drive to the studio, he drives home. There's no paparazzi out there today, and it's really weird. As soon as I enter the house, I look for my phone. It's dead. I go get the charger and plug it in. When it turns on, I see that I have thousands of missed calls and unread messages. That's not counting voicemails. There are calls from Grace and Kate and my brother.

Shit!

I forgot about my brother.

I should have warned him so he wouldn't worry. And that's the first thing I do. I dial his number and he answers right away.

—Where the fuck were you, Anastasia!

—I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should have warned you, I should have called you but I wasn't thinking about anything.

—The police were here looking for you. Saying that you had disappeared with Christian and that he was under investigation.

—Are they there now?— I ask him in fear. The least I want right now is for the police to come and get us.

—No. They stopped coming a few days ago. Apparently the investigation has been cleared up. —he says to me as I look up and see Christian frowning at his phone screen.

—Cleared up? I don't understand.

— Were you isolated from the world all this time and didn't know anything about it?

—Literally, yes.

—Where are you, Anastasia?

—I'm in L.A. We just got back.

—Well, you two better catch up on the news. You've missed a lot. And you owe me an explanation regarding the wedding.

—I'm really sorry. It was a momentary thing, not something we planned. What I wanted most was for you to be there with me. —I'm telling him as the tears start to fall down my cheeks.

—You're going to have to make it up to me big time, Ana. —he pause for a moment. —Does he make you happy?

—Very much. —I answer by wiping my cheeks.

—He'd better, or I'm gonna go and kick his ass. —he says to me as we both laugh. —You must be tired from the trip, get some rest.

—I'll call you later. Love you.

—And I love you, sis. —he says to me as he hangs up the phone.

I stare at the screen and then I look at Christian who looks like he's seen a ghost.

—What happened? —I ask him as he approaches me and puts a voice message on speakerphone for me to hear.

"Hi, Christian. I know I haven't been the best friend and I know you don't deserve it. You've always acted like the best friend. You were always there for me, you even risked your life and your career for me. Ana said some words to me the other day. And I realize she's right. It's time to face my past and confront my destiny once and for all. I hope that this way you can be happy... and I hope to be happy at some point, too."

—Was that Jolinne? —I ask him while he's looking for something on his phone. —What did she mean by facing up to his past?

—I think this is what she meant. —he says to me as he shows me a video of an interview from a few days ago.

"After several days of Christian Grey's disappearance. Today the investigation into the death of Jolinne Stevens changed course when a boy unexpectedly turned up at the police station claiming to be Jolinne. His identity has been confirmed after the appropriate tests and it is her. So the investigation has just been closed.

Jolinne is alive!

After her reappearance, the biggest questions are what she's been doing all this time. And this is how we discover that she is the one who has written the book Sweet Mistake, which is a best seller and is being adapted to the screen with Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele as the main characters.

Another volume of her novel will be released these days and we assure you that it will be a success just like the first part. The reunion with his parents has been painful and we know that they have to talk a lot about what happened so long ago.

And you're all wondering. Where are Christian and Anastasia now?

We interviewed Grace at the film studios, which she currently owns, and she answered all our questions."

"As everyone knows Christian and Anastasia got married a few days ago, they both love each other since they met on the film set, you had to be blind not to see it. And they made that unexpected decision that surprised everyone. Right now they're enjoying their honeymoon which hopefully will be over soon to continue filming."

"This will not delay your scheduled opening date"

"When they return, they both know they'll have to be fully involved in the filming to catch up, so they have long and difficult days ahead of them."

"Can you tell us where they went on their honeymoon?

"I'm sorry. They didn't tell anyone. They like to keep their life very private.

"But knowing Christian as we do, surely someplace romantic. Thank you, Grace, for agreeing to this interview."

You girls know that. Christian is no longer available, but Grace assures us he's happy. Stay tuned for more information on what's happening in the latest movie and Hollywood news."

—I can't believe anything I'm hearing!

—Neither can I. —Christian says to me as amazed as I am.

—How did all this happen?

—I don't know.

—Was your mother planning to buy the studio?

—I know she had in mind buying a studio of her own, but I didn't think it would be that one. —he says to me pensive.

—It seems that circumstances made her stop thinking about it and take the opportunity.

—I know I told you we wouldn't go today, but I think we should. —he says to me, standing up.

—Well, let's go. —I say with a smile.