Before Natalie could say a word, Edward stepped into the elevator with a single, decisive move.
His long, strong fingers hovered over the buttons, and with a gentlemanly glance, he asked, "Which floor?"
Natalie glared at him. "First." There was no stopping him from taking the elevator, after all.
The elevator descended in silence, the air thick with tension.
Then, Edward's deep voice cut through the quiet. "Why have you been holding your stomach so much lately?" He didn't remember her having this habit before.
Natalie looked up, startled, and found herself staring into Edward's reflection in the elevator's mirrored walls. His hazel eyes were sharp and probing, like he could see straight into her thoughts.
Her heart gave a nervous flutter, and she quickly pulled her hand away from her
