I twined my fingers with his again, and we inched sideways onto the rope, wobbling while we still had one foot on the platform. “Keep your eyes on mine. That’s going to keep us from wobbling.” “I don’t want to look deep into your eyes for the next minute,” I told him. “You’ll probably steal my soul.” “It’s gonna take us longer than that to get across, Buttercup, as slow as you’ve been moving. Put your other foot on the rope.” I did so reluctantly and felt Chet’s body shift to absorb and balance my weight. I didn’t mean to, but my eyes met his and he was right, we both stopped wobbling
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