Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
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Nora: i have questions. Patch: i should have known you’ve only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: well, that and your kisses. Anyone ever tell you you’re an incredible kisser?
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Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
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The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.
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Im not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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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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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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Lets be honest, nora. Youve got it bad for me.” his eyes held a lot of depth. “and ive got it bad for you.
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Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “this class isn’t going to teach me anything i don’t already know.” “vee? As in virgin?” “not so loud.” she winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
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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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Do you think the bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it’s real?” ” i think pastor calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
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I take my job seriously, which means i’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
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You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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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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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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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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One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don’t get too excited, but i bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you’ve had your eye on a volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.
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Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
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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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Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
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I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.
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