A war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
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.
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But if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
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I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
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Nope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)
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What i really wanted was the impossible.
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If you need one more reason, i love you.
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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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Your enemy’s enemy is your friend
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Does patch have a restraining order against him?’ he read. ‘is patch a felon?’ ‘give-me-that!’ i hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and i knew he’d seen the next question. ‘does patch have a girlfriend?
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How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
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She already has a car. A ford. Thats like toyotas worst enemy.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.
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Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
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You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
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