“No,” Lucky says, hand curling against my jaw. “No, I wouldn’t do that. You’re not nothing, El. You’re the person I know most in this world. This”—he presses his lips softly to the corner of mine—“isn’t meaningless.” I don’t move. Can’t, apart from the shaking of my body. “You want me,” he whispers, hand twisting in my shirt as his other cradles my face. “Yes,” I croak. “Only. Me.”
