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Ethan's hand felt warm against mine as he guided me through the thinning crowd, away from the laughter and bright lights, toward the towering ferris wheel that sparkled like a crown in the night sky. The air carried a hint of fried dough mingling with the chill of autumn, and my nerves danced wildly the closer we got.
"Ethan," I said, slowing my pace as I gazed up at the massive spinning structure, "I honestly don't think I can do this. It's just way too high."
He chuckled softly, glancing back at me. "You've mentioned that before."
"Well, it's still true," I replied, crossing my arms tightly even though my heart was racing for a whole different reason.
Ethan handed our tickets to the ride operator, his fingers brushing mine again as he turned to smile. "Hey," he said quietly, "you'll be alright. I'm right here."
