I love you more than i think i should.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI love you more than i think i should.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHave you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
BECCA FITZPATRICKRight now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKHey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd just like that, i shut off the switch to my brain.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as i arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “you have me forever.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHank had left me his doomed army, and hed left marcie his inheritance. Unfair didnt begin to cover it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBut if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
BECCA FITZPATRICKLight had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWalk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIm not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces i couldn’t control, let alone escape.
BECCA FITZPATRICK