Emily  Harper

“The ride is nearly at an end, the operator is helping the people below us off and then it’s our turn, and Travis breathes a huge sigh of relief.

“It wasn’t that bad was it?” I tease him.

He looks over my face before grinning. “It could have been worse.”

“Oh really?” I ask.

The Ferris Wheel starts again, but the operator must have pressed the wrong key because our seat suddenly drops a foot down before smoothly coming to a stop in front of him.

Travis is plastered all over me: his legs stretched across the floor, his left arm across my chest, and he has the most adorable, panicked look on his face.

And I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh. It was a foot. He dropped a foot when he was five feet off the ground to begin with, and he now looks like a cat when you try and throw it in the bath.

And he gave me a hard time about the spiders.

“Smile!” I hear someone yell and see a bright flash.

“I was worried about you,” Travis says, fighting the grin on his face.

“My hero,” I say, putting my hand on his chest before standing up and getting off of the ride.”

Emily Harper, My Sort-of, Kind-of Hero
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