life back into my limbs
What?
I glance up at him behind me, trying to understand what he means.
"That you don't giggle more often."
"I'm not a great giggler," I mumble sleepily.
"Oh, but when it happens, Miss Steele, 'tis a wonder and joy to behold."
"Very flowery, Mr. Grey," I mutter, trying to keep my eyes open.
His eyes soften, and he smiles.
"I'd say you're thoroughly fucked and in need of sleep."
"That wasn't flowery at all," I grumble playfully.