Carina's POV -
"I shouldn't be here," I reached for the bar. "I can't stand high places."
"Do you mind me putting my arm around you?"
"I don't know if that would work."
As his arm slid around her shoulders, I felt a warm sense of comfort. The cars began to move forward, and with a
little gasp I grabbed the strong, muscled arm that was braced in front of me.
"Take deep breaths," Vincent cautioned as I turned blindly to bury my face in his shirtfront.
"I can't look," I murmured.
"That's fine," He said softly.
The cars began their slow creaking ascent of the first hill and I, my eyes tightly closed, clung to Vincent with all my might. I was past thinking of the consequences of such closeness, past considering anything but
the terifying drop-off before us.
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