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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Beat Feel Hold Make Odd Right Shorter Together
What good is a body if i can’t have you?
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Body Good Have You
The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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Feeling Harmless Trouble
I dont like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, i love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, i have you to come home to.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Drag Fast Fessy Into Like Love More Ned Need Reason Something Territory Uncharted
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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Deeper Everywhere Graze Hand Himself Hold Over Rough Sensors Splay Suddenly Taste Trap Warm
We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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Aware Beautiful Know Scott Still
Who wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
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Ask Expression Kill Look Nobody Ouxxle Shoulder Stil Told Want
Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.
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Either Most Need never Reason Sad Something Stupid Time
Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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Country Go Let Patch People Youll
Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
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Back Boy Breath Everywhere Hard Kiss Patch Regain Tree
I 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.
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Chin Handling Helmet Last Love Night Officially Over Patch Sheet Strap Thing Told
You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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Combination Dangerous Slummy Think
You’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘i’m crazy?’ he tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘and i must be crazy for putting up with it.
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Chin Crazy Impossible Mouth Put Tip
A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and i feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Been Fall Fear Feel Higher Inside Make More Platform Sensation Show Violation Warning
Because i thought i was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Love Make Out Stick Think Until Willing Work
I swear to you, patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my hearteverything i possess, i give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And i promise to do the same. ~ nora + patch
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Body Cherish Hearteverything Love Patch Posses Return Swear Wholly

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.

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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.

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