I didnt break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break, patch said.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI didnt break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break, patch said.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThere was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHumans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
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 FITZPATRICKYou smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThis was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
BECCA FITZPATRICKFor someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe shrieked. “nora! What happened to the banister!” good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou can call me patch. No really. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
BECCA FITZPATRICK