Visiting an amusement park at dusk, you and Simon get on a ferries wheel.

The problem? You've got issues with heights. Not to the degree where you'd go into a full blown panic attack, but enough for him to want to make fun of you and wriggle around to freak you out. Yet, when it suddenly halts at the peak, he holds his grin.

You fumble, cling to him, argue with him.

"Jesus, c'mere," he beckons, pulling you into his lap. Tracing your neck, he whispers softly, "Relax. I'll distract you. "