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Chapter 3
GreyandIstepintotheelevator.
Iamstrugglingtomaintainastraightface,soIgazedownatthefloor,feelingmycheeksturningpink.WhenIpeekupatGreythroughmylashes,hehasahintofasmileonhislips,butit’sveryhardtotell.Theyoungcouplesaysnothing,andwetraveldowntothefirstfloorinembarrassedsilence.Wedon’tevenhaveblandpipedelevatormusictodistractus.
Thedoorsopenand,muchtomysurprise,Greytakesmyhand,claspingitwithhislong,coolfingers.Ifeelthecurrentrunthroughme,andmyalreadyrapidheartbeataccelerates.Asheleadsmeoutoftheelevator,wecanhearthesuppressedgigglesofthecoupleeruptingbehindus.Greygrins.
“Whatisitaboutelevators?”hemutters.
Wecrosstheexpansive,bustlinglobbyofthehoteltowardtheentrance,butGreyavoidstherevolvingdoor,andIwonderifthat’sbecausehe’dhavetoletgoofmyhand.
Outside,it’samildMaySunday.Thesunisshiningandthetrafficislight.Greyturnsleftandstrollstothecorner,wherewewaitforthecrosswalktochange.He’sstillholdingmyhand.I’minthestreet,andChristianGreyisholdingmyhand.Noonehaseverheldmyhand.Ifeelgiddy,andItingleallover.Iattempttosmothertheridiculousgrinthatthreatenstosplitmyfaceintwo.Trytobecool,Ana,mysubconsciousimploresme.Thegreenmanappears,andwe’reoffagain.
WewalkfourblocksbeforewereachthePortlandCoffeeHouse,whereGreyreleasesmetoholdthedooropensoIcanstepinside.