Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYoure not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDid they look like anyone we know? For example a cross between pippi longstocking and the wicked witch of the west would obviously give us marcie millar
BECCA FITZPATRICKMaggots squirming in your eyeholes…And your other orifices, might be carrying things a bit too far.” “this is why i keep you around, rixon. Always seeing things from the bright side.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat little light was left inside me flickered out.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThis 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe shrieked. “nora! What happened to the banister!” good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces i couldn’t control, let alone escape.
BECCA FITZPATRICKReady to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
BECCA FITZPATRICKArrogance can be deadly.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
BECCA FITZPATRICK…Five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and i realized the full impact of what id done, id feel my heart breaking.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou can call me patch. No really. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICK