Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.
BECCA FITZPATRICKLight had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
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I’ll be firm,” i promised patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. “no backing down.” by now patch was full-on grinning. He kissed me again, and i felt my mouth soften its resolve. “you look cute when you’re trying to be tough,” he said.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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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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Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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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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I saw you, and i wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
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You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
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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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Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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