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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to jev.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYouve never been to school, ever? If thats true and youre right, i dont think it iswhat made you decide to come this year? You….Your eyes, nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible. He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. And that killer curvy mouth
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat little light was left inside me flickered out.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIm not going anywhere near a motel with you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’t blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there’s this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMen are attracted to beauty because it indicates health and youthno point mating with a sickly woman who wont be around to raise the children.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBefore i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
BECCA FITZPATRICKSomething doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
BECCA FITZPATRICKLet me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKChauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
BECCA FITZPATRICKCall me patch. I mean it. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
BECCA FITZPATRICK