You’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘i’m crazy?’ he tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘and i must be crazy for putting up with it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
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There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
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Id like to. Problem is, im not stupid. You act stupid. Right. Thanks for that. For your information, theres a difference between acting stupid and being stupid. Its a fine line, but someone has to draw it.
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Cheshvan starts tonight,” rixon said, “what are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?” “thinking.” “thinking?” “a process by which i use my brain to make a rational decision.
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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The guy i’ve got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-patch hot.’ she paused. ‘well maybe not that hot. Nobody’s that hot.
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Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.
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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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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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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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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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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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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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He 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.
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You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
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