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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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Angel Call Grin Hang Just Stay
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
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Black Feather Held Look Magic Patch Press Single Window
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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Deeper Everywhere Graze Hand Himself Hold Over Rough Sensors Splay Suddenly Taste Trap Warm
I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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Close Dangerously Feverish Job Locked Now Patch Place Warm
You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
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Actually Bad Good Now Right Should Shower Smell
You’re mine, angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as i arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “you have me forever.
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Across Angel Arch Brush Everywhere Forever Higher Mine Word
You didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
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Accent Eyes Hand Mouth Patch Spoke Tell Wipe
This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
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Before Behind Better Forever Knew Left Lighting Sun Together Warm
You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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Angel Change Mine Nothing True You
Angel… I don’t think you understand the lengths i would go to if it means keeping you here with me.’ -patch (pg 262)
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Angel Keep Mean Patch Think Understand
My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
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Arm Grinning Held Hurt Patch Scream Tightly
Something doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
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Against Bange Flat Look Nearest Right Sometimes Suppose Tree Trunk
Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
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Ask Body Feel Human Inside Light Need Repeat Sacrifice Talk Tone Walk
We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
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Away Base Body Break Down Location Several Strategic Touch
There was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
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Bad Demand Excuse Go News People Settle Sick Sign Young
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
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Any Better Brief Happiness Know Long Matter Officially Seem Torture

Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

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