If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIt was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat i really wanted was the impossible.
BECCA FITZPATRICK…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf you need one more reason, i love you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYouve never been to school, ever? If thats true and youre right, i dont think it iswhat made you decide to come this year? You….Your eyes, nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible. He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. And that killer curvy mouth
BECCA FITZPATRICKBut if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “this class isn’t going to teach me anything i don’t already know.” “vee? As in virgin?” “not so loud.” she winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI believe in destiny angel. I believe every choice i’ve made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for a very long time. I may have fallen from heaven, but i fell for you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDont 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch’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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK