Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
BECCA FITZPATRICKRollover minutes dont work with curfews.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThat was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIt was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re a liar!” he turned around, his black eyes snapping. “i’m also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when i’m telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You’ve got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAll i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMaybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
BECCA FITZPATRICKFor someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
BECCA FITZPATRICKReady to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
BECCA FITZPATRICKDo you think the bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it’s real?” ” i think pastor calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction
BECCA FITZPATRICKShouldnt you be working instead of fraternizing with customers? I choked. He smiled. What are you doing sunday night? I snorted. By accident. Are you asking me out? Youre getting cocky. I like that, angel. I dont care what you like. Im not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces i couldn’t control, let alone escape.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.
BECCA FITZPATRICK