We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe all know you’re beautiful, scott.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.
BECCA FITZPATRICKLet me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.
BECCA FITZPATRICKArrogance can be deadly.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAngel… I don’t think you understand the lengths i would go to if it means keeping you here with me.’ -patch (pg 262)
BECCA FITZPATRICK…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKRight now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
BECCA FITZPATRICK