I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMaybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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I personally believe patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
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…Five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and i realized the full impact of what id done, id feel my heart breaking.
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You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.
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A girl could lather up in soap like that.
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If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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Something doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
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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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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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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.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Do you think the bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it’s real?” ” i think pastor calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction
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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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The higher up, the harder the fall.
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Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
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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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Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
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The guy i’ve got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-patch hot.’ she paused. ‘well maybe not that hot. Nobody’s that hot.
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Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that’s all it is. Let me keep you safe.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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Hey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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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?
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You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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