The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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You’re a liar!” he turned around, his black eyes snapping. “i’m also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when i’m telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You’ve got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
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Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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The higher up, the harder the fall.
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She’ll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!” patch grinned, “i can fly.
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Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a do not cross line drawn down the middle, i’ll do it. I won’t like it, but i’ll do it.
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I saw you, and i wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
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When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
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I nibbled my lower lip. “if you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.” “i have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
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