I dared to look at him, my heartbeat ramping up the same as the ride prepping to spin us off the ground. Aidan watched me. Something was different now. I felt it in my bones. His hand in mine connected us and all of our memories. Thoughts of him swirled in my head—how he looked at me, how I’d thought he’d looked at me that maybe wasn’t as critical as I’d always thought. He inched closer and my breath caught.
