Lucky is answering the question. “To do what I should have done the last time I was here.” I don’t have time to unwrap those words before Lucky is going up on his toes, tugging me in by the back of the neck, and pressing his lips to mine. I freeze. For a split second, I freeze, completely caught unawares and unable to make sense of what’s happening. But when Lucky’s mouth urges against my own, demanding something—anything—I snap.
