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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.

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Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
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Again Boundary Cage Crowd Need Room Trust Willpower
I don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
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Anorexic Borrow Five Now Officially Piggy
You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.
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Angel Enough Fight Forget Ghost Happen Mine Something Totally
Lets be honest, nora. Youve got it bad for me.” his eyes held a lot of depth. “and ive got it bad for you.
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Bad Depth Honest Let You
Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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Again Ask Dabbed Everything Joke Like Tongue
You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
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Breathe Definitely Go Heck Mouth Move Shoulder
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
Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
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Crazy Hand Heart Patch Staggered Step Time Worry
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 Better Brief Happiness Know Long Matter Officially Seem Torture
Science is an investigation,” coach said, sanding his hands together. “science requires us to transform into spies.” put that way, science almost sounded fun. But i’d been in coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up.
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Coach Fun Hand Investigation Require Science Send Sound Spice Together Transform
His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
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Cloth Far Flex Lead Let Muscle never Stary Under
Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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Bike Black Death Glossy Look Nice Trap
Im really starting to like all this spy work, vee said. When my normal life gets boring, all i have to do is sidle up next to you.
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All Bore Life Next Nirmal Really Sidle Spy Start Work
He gave marcie a spare to the jeepi should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
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Gave Jeep Mnarcle Ocean Spare Think Twenty
Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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Country Patch People Crazy
As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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Eye Know March Normal Poled

He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.

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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.

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