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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHuman reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKA girl could lather up in soap like that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy legs are falling asleep, i blurted. It wasnt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patchs hands closed on my hips.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour enemy’s enemy is your friend
BECCA FITZPATRICKLets be honest, nora. Youve got it bad for me.” his eyes held a lot of depth. “and ive got it bad for you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?
BECCA FITZPATRICK