If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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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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If i need romance, that’s what netflix is for.
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Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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Why is anthony amowitz using his pimp smile on you? Youre only calling him a pimp because hes here. At marcies. Yeah, so? Hes being nice. I elbowed her. Smile back. Being nice? Hes being horny.
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I called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
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If you need one more reason, i love you.
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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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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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If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
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