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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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I should probably confess that ice cream is my favorite food, and i eat it every night. When i go grocery shopping, i try to buy a new flavor, rather than reverting back to a favorite flavor. I’m on a mission to taste every flavor of ice cream out there!
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Your biggest dream? – nora grey kiss you. – patch cipriano
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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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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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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I nibbled my lower lip. “if you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.” “i have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
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My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It’s big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away… Literally.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.
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The archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
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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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You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
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You’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.
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