Emily Henry

'Do you remember what you told me,' I say, 'about your brain?'
His hand pauses.
'You said it felt like a Ferris wheel,' I say. 'Like all your thoughts were constantly circling, and you’d reach out for one, but it was hard to stay on it for too long because they kept spinning.'
The lines of his face soften. His fingers curl, the backs of his nails pressing into my skin. 'Except with you. You’re like gravity.'
I couldn’t have pulled myself away from him then if he’d burst into flames.
'Everything keeps spinning,' he says in a low, hoarse voice. 'But my mind’s always got one hand on you.'