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.
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.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.
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I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
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Being nice? Hes being horny.
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
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All this time i’ve hated myself for it. I thought i’d given it up for nothing. But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.
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Arrogance can be deadly.
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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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We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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I’m not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know i’m a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
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I take that back. If hank wants to shoot scott, he has my blessing.
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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
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