“I kiss him back, my hands threading into his hair, my lungs infiltrated with the heady scent of citrus as everything in me sparks to attention like the quick snap of a lightning strike. I almost expect to hear a boom of thunder, but there’s only Lucky’s sound of desperation and the feel of his lips on mine. Like softness. Like surrender. Like every whisper of home I’ve ever heard.” - Emmy Sanders, "To catch a firefly" ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
I had hard time imagining Ellis to the beautiful Lucky on the cover. Most pictures I found didn´t convey his size or the guys looked much too extrovert. But after some hours on a picture generator I finally got him:
“He’s your anchor,” Danil says quietly. “No,” I whisper, my eyes lifting to the full moon. “He doesn’t fight the tide. He controls it.”
