~Gianna's POV
The ferris wheel did not rush us, and I think that was why I loved it even more, because it gave me time to feel everything without forcing it, and as we moved slowly at the top, I leaned into Matteo without thinking twice, my head resting against him while my eyes stayed on the lights below that looked almost unreal from that height.
"I do not want this to end," I said quietly, my voice softer now, not as loud as before but still full in a way that felt honest.
"It will go around again," he replied calmly.
"That is not the same thing," I said, turning my head slightly to look at him, because I meant the feeling, not just the ride.
He understood that, I think, because he did not argue. Instead, he adjusted slightly so I was more comfortable against him, and we stayed like that, the movement gentle, the air cooler the higher we stayed, and for a moment I forgot everything else outside that small space.
