Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.
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I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
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I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
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I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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Your past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.
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And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
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I undress to impress – patch
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He tried to pull me against him, and i bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. ‘did you just bite me?
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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
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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,” 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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I can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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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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