“Luck,” I manage. And God, the way he smiles. We reach each other halfway between our houses, and my arms are around him before I’ve even caught up with the fact that he’s here. It seems impossible. Like a dream. But it’s not a dream. The feel of Lucky tucked against my chest is enough to convince me of that. He’s real. And he’s here. Here. And I’m shaking with my want for him.
