We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
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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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That was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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Touch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
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That’s really eco-friendly of you,” vee told marcie. “recycling nora’s old trash.
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I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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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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Im not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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A war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
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You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
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He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
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A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and i feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
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