Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
BECCA FITZPATRICKStrangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThat was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
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 FITZPATRICKIf you need one more reason, i love you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBeing with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
BECCA FITZPATRICKScience 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTheres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
BECCA FITZPATRICKIn the end, the only thing between us was silence.
BECCA FITZPATRICKSay ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd just like that, i shut off the switch to my brain.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’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)
BECCA FITZPATRICK