We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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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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I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?
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Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
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She shrieked. “nora! What happened to the banister!” good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
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Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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Pac-man? Or is it donkey kong? In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
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I need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
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When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
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Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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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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Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
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