Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre you keeping anything else from me? Im keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way i feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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If you need one more reason, i love you.
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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I’ll be firm,” i promised patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. “no backing down.” by now patch was full-on grinning. He kissed me again, and i felt my mouth soften its resolve. “you look cute when you’re trying to be tough,” he said.
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Mr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.
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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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But if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
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Im really starting to like all this spy work, vee said. When my normal life gets boring, all i have to do is sidle up next to you.
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Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
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Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.
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You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
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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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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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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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