Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Lets be honest, nora. Youve got it bad for me.” his eyes held a lot of depth. “and ive got it bad for you.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
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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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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
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One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don’t get too excited, but i bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you’ve had your eye on a volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.
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I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
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I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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What i really wanted was the impossible.
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I called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
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Vee: and i’m not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: i don’t have a sour face. Vee: yes, you do. And you’re wearing it right now. Nora: this is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
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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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I can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.
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..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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Nope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)
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The more time i spent with him, the more i knew the feelings weren’t going away.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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Dont start. I saw marcie climb inside your jeep. She needed a ride. I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. What kind of ride? Not that kind of ride, he said slowly.
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