I 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 FITZPATRICKHis were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
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You didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
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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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Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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If i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
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The higher up, the harder the fall.
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Mr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.
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Kiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
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Right 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.
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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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The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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Humans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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Vee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.
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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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How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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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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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to jev.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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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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I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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What good is a body if i can’t have you?
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I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
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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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Did i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
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I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
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