Don’t blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there’s this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
BECCA FITZPATRICKOne more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone i didn’t know i was searching for.
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Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
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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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Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
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Being nice? Hes being horny.
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The archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
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I dont like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, i love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, i have you to come home to.
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I needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
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His 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.
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Arrogance can be deadly.
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I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a do not cross line drawn down the middle, i’ll do it. I won’t like it, but i’ll do it.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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You smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
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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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