Listen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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The more time i spent with him, the more i knew the feelings weren’t going away.
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I need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
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Inwardly, i gouged my eyes out.
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I would lay down everything i possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn’t love, it’s the best i have.
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I have a free couple of hours,” i told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “there’s a very private, very secluded barn in lookout hill park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes.” i heard the smile in his voice. “you want me bad.
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Im not going to kill you, nora. I dont kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
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Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.
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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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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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Chauncey 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.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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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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You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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