Elizabeth's POV
At first, everything unfolds perfectly. I persuade Edward to try rock climbing, positioning myself at the top as he starts his ascent. I wait for the perfect moment to rescue him. But he effortlessly scales the wall five times, not even breaking a sweat.
"Patience," Barry says from his lookout position, giving me a knowing nod.
I bide my time until Edward shows signs of fatigue—his legs start to wobble. I reach out my hand with heroic intent. Edward hesitates for a split second, then clasps my hand.
But instead of heroically pulling him up, I miscalculate his weight. Before I know it, physics takes over. We both tumble awkwardly onto the mat below, collapsing in a tangled heap of limbs. My head lands on his chest, his steady heartbeat reverberating like a drumbeat again
