He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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I don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
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Who wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
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There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
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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.
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This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.
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Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
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Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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Patch smiled. You come by your red hair naturally? I stared at him. I dont have red hair. I hate to break it to you, but its red. I could light it on fire and it wouldnt turn any redder.
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Because i thought i was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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