As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
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If i need romance, that’s what netflix is for.
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I don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
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A war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
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Your enemy’s enemy is your friend
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I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
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Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
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He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
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You possess other people’s…Bodies.”he accepted that statement with a nod.”do you want to possess my body?i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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I nibbled my lower lip. “if you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.” “i have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
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You smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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You’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.
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