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Being nice? Hes being horny.

Becca Fitzpatrick

I didnt break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break, patch said.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Break First Hand Jaw Many Thing
Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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Chorus Human Reproduction Strictly Student Subject
There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Lose Nothing Over Special Toilet Virginity
I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Ask Rearview Reason Same Specific Stalk Surprise Thing
I felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Been Blink Devour Eye Felt Kiss Less Move Shiver
We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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Aware Beautiful Know Scott Still
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
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Almost Barely Good Nback Place Slightly Smile Still Trip Waste
Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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Cheerios Peed Whoa
I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Cigarette Figure Nose Richer Smell Something Try Wrinkle
I needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
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Anyone Like Need never
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Anything Better Empty Full Half Humilation Ignorance Lowest Nothing Suffer
Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Across Ask Brush Call Hand Hang Raise Stay Table
You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Breathe Definitely Go Heck Mouth Move Shoulder
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Cling Curve Face Familiar Felt Need Newer Safe Shirt Sold Want Warm
The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Contact Increase Subject Write
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 FITZPATRICK

Answer Ask Boy Breathe Drive God Grinned Home Kneww Mind Patch Waste

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