Does patch have a restraining order against him?’ he read. ‘is patch a felon?’ ‘give-me-that!’ i hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and i knew he’d seen the next question. ‘does patch have a girlfriend?
Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
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.
His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way id never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And i was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity.
