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You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.

Becca Fitzpatrick

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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Foot Hooked Keep Pantry Place Shelf Step Top Write
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
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Anyway Dior Do Fierst Letter Tell Thre Word
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
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Away Break Eye Flinching Hard Kind Lied Look Secret Them
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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Deeper Everywhere Graze Hand Himself Hold Over Rough Sensors Splay Suddenly Taste Trap Warm
She’ll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!” patch grinned, “i can fly.
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Climb Find Fly Grinned Kill Patch Tell Tree
Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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Angel Ask Call Grinned Hang Like Stay
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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Arm Careful Could Flirting Myself Punch Stop Voice
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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Bedroom Cross Decide Like Line Middle Opposite Sleep Want
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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Chin Handling Helmet Last Love Night Officially Over Patch Sheet Strap Thing Told
Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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Amount Brown Hair Infinitesimal Light Maybe
You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Angel Change Mine Nothing True You
If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.
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Collarbone Feet Felt Finger Heart Kiss Pound Skin South Stop Trace
Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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Chorus Human Reproduction Strictly Student Subject
Science is an investigation,” coach said, sanding his hands together. “science requires us to transform into spies.” put that way, science almost sounded fun. But i’d been in coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up.
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Coach Fun Hand Investigation Require Science Send Sound Spice Together Transform
Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?
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Anything Cheeseburger Flirt Going Grab Patch Smile Told
Your enemy’s enemy is your friend
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Enemy Friend Your

You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.

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You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.

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