I’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)
BECCA FITZPATRICKBecause i thought i was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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I loved you long before you loved me. It’s the only thing i have you beat at, and i’ll bring it up every chance i get.
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..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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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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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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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
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What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.
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I take that back. If hank wants to shoot scott, he has my blessing.
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I 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.
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I undress to impress – patch
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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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We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
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Angel… I don’t think you understand the lengths i would go to if it means keeping you here with me.’ -patch (pg 262)
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A girl could lather up in soap like that.
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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