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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI undress to impress – patch
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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You smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
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I’m telling you this because i want you to know that i know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “looking forward to it.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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I need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
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You didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
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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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I personally believe patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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Patch smiled. You come by your red hair naturally? I stared at him. I dont have red hair. I hate to break it to you, but its red. I could light it on fire and it wouldnt turn any redder.
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.
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I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
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