Prologue

Ana has been silent for more than five minutes. All she can do is stare at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. "Say something. Anything," I beg.

She blinks twice then clears her throat. "When I lost my dad, do you remember what you promised me?"

"That I would give you away at your wedding. But Ana, I—"

"Exactly, Christian." I can see the tears welling up in her eyes, and I rush over to wipe them away. "You're suppose to be giving me away tomorrow. My wedding to Griffin is tomorrow! Why would you tell me this now?!"

"Because, Ana. I love you. I'm so in love with you."

"You can't be in love with me…"

"But I am. I am out of my mind, consumes my soul, undeniably in love with you, Anastasia Rose Steele" I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug. When I pull away, I stare at her soft rose petal lips, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her, "Please tell me you feel the same."

"I…"

9 Years Ago- Anastasia's POV

I open the door to my little dorm room and immediately plop myself down on the futon. Three months into college and you would think that I would be used to the hectic schedule and lack of sleep, but each day is just taking a harder toll on my body. I need sleep. Like, NOW.

Kate comes bursting in. "You ready to get hammered, Steele?" She asks as she puts her stuff down and sits next to me on the futon.

"Honestly, Kate. I might pass on tonight." I say

"Aww!" Kate whines, "Paige's boyfriend's frat is throwing that black light party tonight!"

I will admit, I do feel bad bailing on Kate, but I don't think I could even handle going out tonight. "As much as I would love to be in a cramped frat basement with 500 horny college students grinding on top of me, I'm going to have to pass. I really just don't feel good. I might be catching something."

"Oh no!" She puts her hands on my head, "You feel kind of warm. Why don't I stay here with you, just in case you get sick!"

"I'll be fine! You've been looking forward to this for a while now!" I insist. To be honest, I would much rather have the night to myself.

"Are you sure? It's really no big deal!" Kate tries to sound convincing, but I know she'd mope around the room if she missed this party. I laugh and nod which earns me a huge hug from her. "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, do you want to grab some before you get ready?" Kate nods and we head out for the dining hall across the quad.

...

After dinner, Kate showers and gets ready quickly so she can catch a pre-game to a pre-game. She hinted that she might be staying over at our friend's apartment so not to wait up. Then, Kate gives me a hug goodbye and leaves me to some rest and relaxation.

I take a steaming hot shower, humming a little tune as the hot water relieves some of the stress in my neck and shoulders. I dry off and change into an old shirt that is way too big on me and some soft sleep shorts. The one disadvantage of our room is that since it's so small, we had to bunk our beds. Of course, Kate just couldn't be on the top bunk or "she would injure herself", so I volunteered. Staring up at the high bunked bed, I realize I have no desire to climb and haul my tired body up there tonight.

Grabbing my pillow and warm throw blanket from my bed, I readjust the futon so that it lays flat like a bed the make myself comfortable. I feel my eyelids start to droop a page into my book, so I decide to shut off the lights and head to bed. A good night's sleep should be just what I need.

...

I wake up feeling someone's warm breath on my neck, and strong muscular arms around me. At first I snuggle into the warmth, until I realize I have no idea who the hell is hugging me. I immediately bolt up and the person groans. Oh my god! There is a naked guy sleeping next to me!

"AHHHHH!" I scream loudly hoping to wake him up or even call attention over to my room. I yank the pillow from under his head and start hitting him with it repeatedly.

The mystery man wakes up screaming as well, and immediately realizes that he's naked and that some girl is hitting him. "What the fuck?! Stop!" He grabs the pillow and throws it across the room so that it lands on Kate's bed. I scramble to my feet and grab the first thing I can get my hands on which, embarrassingly, is a three-hole punch.

I hold up my weapon of choice. "Don't come any closer. I'm not afraid to use this." My fear apparently makes mystery man laugh, "This isn't funny! Who are you?! Why are you in my room?! Why were you cuddling me…NAKED?!"

Mystery man frowns in confusion, but smirks in amusement. "First off, stop yelling, I have a raging headache. Second, lower your hole punch, it's not going to do anything. Third, I'm Christian Grey and this is my room."

"No it's not, it's my room. Room 581. Check the housing agreement if you don't believe me."

The smug grin mystery man wore a few seconds ago disappears and is quickly replaced with mortification when he finally takes in his surroundings. "Oh shit!" He wraps the blanket tightly around his entire body and turns beet red. "I thought I got off on 6, not 5. I'm sorry!"

"It's uh fine," I laugh a little, releasing some tension and also because I find it genuinely funny this guy randomly showed up in my room, "Uhm, here let me get your clothes for you." I notice that his clothes form a path form my door leading up to my futon. I tell him that I'll be out in the hall and to come out when he's ready.

After a few mins of me awkwardly sitting beside the wall outside my room, Christian emerges still looking very embarrassed. "Again, I am so sorry! I live in 681, right above you, must've been so drunk not to realize that I got off on the wrong floor! I'll head up now, sorry to bother you!"

"Don't worry about it, everyone's had their fair share of drunk nights" I get up off the floor and head back into my room. Right as I'm about to shut my door, I look back at him. "Hey! You never answered my question."

He turns around again, "Which one?"

"Why were you naked?" I blush remembering him sitting there in all his glory.

"I thought you were the girl from the party in my bed last night, so I got naked to…ya know," He scratches the back of his head nervously and I turn a deeper shade of red at his assumption. "But you were sound asleep. So I got up to put some shorts on, but when I got up, I felt nauseous, so I laid back down. Must've fallen asleep a little after that. Again, I'm really sorry."

"Well, thanks for not trying anything." I thank him, honestly grateful nothing happened between me and this stranger.

"Of course," He says, "A true man always waits for consent."

With that, he smiles and walks off as I close the door. Earth to Ana, did you not notice how HOT he was? My subconscious sneers, but I ignore her. Something tells me, however, this won't be the last time we'll be seeing Christian Grey.

Hi, everyone! Long time no story, eh? Sincerely sorry about that...

If you all remember, I had a story called "A Way Out" and the plot line was that Christian was sucked into an alternate universe without his wife or children. Well, I hadn't touched that story in over a year in a half. I don't really want to get into what happened within those couple years.

After much thought, I decided to take down that story because it was too serious for me, and create a whole new one. One that's lighter, funnier (I'm funny in my opinion, hahaha), and will be a little easier to write! Maybe I will revisit the idea of my old story some day, but for now, I need to put that on the shelf.

This is a story that's been running through my head for about a week or so, and after fruitless attempts of falling asleep last night, I plucked up the courage to write it. I got this idea after watching Made of Honor with Patrick Dempsey (oldie, but goodie & I ADORE McDreamy!). Anyway, let me know what you think: love it, hate it? Thoughts please (: