Do you need anything?

"My heart," Dominic replied concisely and clearly.

"What's wrong with your heart? Your heart is wicked; the elevator wasn’t broken, but you said it was," Gwen complained to her husband. "I rode the elevator with Grandpa, and nothing happened. How many times have you lied to me?"

Dominic laughed at his wife's grumbling. The elevator button wasn’t actually broken; he just wanted to tease her. Annoyed, Gwen left her husband and decided to return to her room. Dominic followed her.

A mischievous idea crossed Dominic’s mind, but he chose the safest one. "Now that we're home, how are we going to divide the rooms?"

Gwen furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding his words. "Aren’t we used to sharing a bed by now? Besides, the bed is too big for one person."

Dominic was pleased because Gwen was falling into his trap. "That was out of necessity. Now the situation is different; there are plenty of rooms here. You can choose whichever you want."

"What if Grandpa finds out?" Gwen asked, confused. "C