Right when they were about to cross the street, Edward saw it reflected in the storefront mirror; Bella's hand clenching and unclenching hanging limply by her side.
He grinned, wrapping her small hand with his and leading her across the street.
Her hand felt good in his palm, soft and smooth against his own heavy and warm hand.
Then, when she blushed slightly, and tried to pry it away, he simply gripped it a little tighter and held on.
It was when they finally made it back to Bella's room that they weren't too sure of what to do anymore.