Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Hey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
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Vee: and i’m not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: i don’t have a sour face. Vee: yes, you do. And you’re wearing it right now. Nora: this is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
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You’re mine, angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as i arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “you have me forever.
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Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?
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Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?
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Girl, i’m going to show you the bear in hug.
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Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
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I’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)
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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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Being nice? Hes being horny.
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Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.
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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
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