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 FITZPATRICKWhat i really wanted was the impossible.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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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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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
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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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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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You laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
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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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Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
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We don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.
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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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If i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
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I have a free couple of hours,” i told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “there’s a very private, very secluded barn in lookout hill park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes.” i heard the smile in his voice. “you want me bad.
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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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You smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
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