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The
doors
open
and
,
much
to
my
surprise
,
Grey
takes
my
hand
,
clasping
it
with
his
long
,
cool
fingers
.
I
feel
the
current
run
through
me
,
and
my
already
rapid
heartbeat
accelerates
.
As
he
leads
me
out
of
the
elevator
,
we
can
hear
the
suppressed
giggles
of
the
couple
erupting
behind
us
.
Grey
grins
.
“
What
is
it
about
elevators
?
”
he
mutters
.
We
cross
the
expansive
,
bustling
lobby
of
the
hotel
toward
the
entrance
,
but
Grey
avoids
the
revolving
door
,
and
I
wonder
if
that
’
s
because
he
’
d
have
to
let
go
of
my
hand
.
Outside
,
it
’
s
a
mild
May
Sunday
.
The
sun
is
shining
and
the
traffic
is
light
.
Grey
turns
left
and
strolls
to
the
corner
,
where
we
wait
for
the
crosswalk
to
change
.
He
’
s
still
holding
my
hand
.
I
’
m
in
the
street
,
and
Christian
Grey
is
holding
my
hand
.
No
one
has
ever
held
my
hand
.
I
feel
giddy
,
and
I
tingle
all
over
.
I
attempt
to
smother
the
ridiculous
grin
that
threatens
to
split
my
face
in
two
.
Try
to
be
cool
,
Ana
,
my
subconscious
implores
me
.
The
green
man
appears
,
and
we
’
re
off
again
.
We
walk
four
blocks
before
we
reach
the
Portland
Coffee
House
,
where
Grey
releases
me
to
hold
the
door
open
so
I
can
step
inside
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
choose
a
table
while
I
get
the
drinks
?
What
would
you
like
?
”
he
asks
,
polite
as
ever
.
“
I
’
ll
have
…
um
—
English
Breakfast
tea
,
bag
out
.
”
He
raises
his
eyebrows
.
“
No
coffee
?
”
“
I
’
m
not
keen
on
coffee
.
”
