Lucky (Lucky, #1)

by Garrett Leigh

Then he sat up and turned to me with a look that blew apart the resolution I’d fought so hard for. “Lucky?” “Yeah?” “I missed you.”

I didn’t want to talk about this, to think about the empty encounters that had led me to this moment, but the idea that Lucky didn’t know how beautiful he was—how fucking mesmerising—made me feel sick. Sighing, I leaned forward and pressed our foreheads together. “I let you kiss me because you made it all real.”

The bed was big and white, covered with too many pillows, and finished off with a duvet as thick and squishy as a fucking marshmallow. It wasn’t my thing, but it was everything Lucky had never had, and on the nights we spent apart, knowing he was safe in his Lucky-scented cocoon made me happy.