Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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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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Violence doesn’t equal strength.
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My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
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Hey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
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Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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What i really wanted was the impossible.
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I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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Sure thing, gumdrop. -scott
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The truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But its definitely not going to happen if i lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. Im going to school today, end of story.
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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