Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch? Whatever happens, i love you.” i wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way i felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
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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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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.
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I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
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But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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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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I called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
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Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
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If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
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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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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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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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