You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThere’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Have you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
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You smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
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Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
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Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
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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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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 need to brush my teeth. And i need a shower.” he grinned, hopping off the bike. “now that is an invitation.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
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How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
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