Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.
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A girl could lather up in soap like that.
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Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.
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Maggots squirming in your eyeholes…And your other orifices, might be carrying things a bit too far.” “this is why i keep you around, rixon. Always seeing things from the bright side.
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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Are we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
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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 felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
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Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
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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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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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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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She likes you, she just doesn’t understand you.
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My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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