I take that back. If hank wants to shoot scott, he has my blessing.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIn the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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One 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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The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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What good is a body if i can’t have you?
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I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
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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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Dont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.
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Your past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.
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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
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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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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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She shrieked. “nora! What happened to the banister!” good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
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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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