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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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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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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If i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
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Arrogance can be deadly.
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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Touch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
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You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
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Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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I shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
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Mr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.
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The truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But its definitely not going to happen if i lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. Im going to school today, end of story.
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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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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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