Ella
“The Ferris wheel?” I asked, c*****g my head at Logan.
Logan nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Yeah. Will you come with me?”
Maybe out of the fear of getting closer to him, I blanched slightly at the prospect. “You know that’s the ride people either take their small children on or where couples go to make out, right?”I said, unable to hide a hint of blush that crept into my cheeks at the thought.
Logan turned to me, his eyes mirroring the lights of the carnival. “Stop being such a downer, Ella. I promise I won’t try anything. I just want to see the city from up high. Don’t you?”
Something in the way he said it—so earnest, so innocent—made me relent. “Okay,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”
The cart—small, intimate, and barely large enough for the two of us—awaited as the Ferris wheel
