I grab his jaw with as much force as my non-injured hand can manage, rise up on my toes, and crush my mouth to his. There is nothing hesitant or weak about the kiss I’m laying on him, and it gives me back some of the power the fear stole from me just seconds ago. The familiar ache, the sense of completeness, the absolute panty-dropping lust … those are there, too. And it’s not like Jack and I have kissed many times, but it’s always been like this when we have. Like coming home to exactly where I belong.
