You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMr. 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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I nibbled my lower lip. “if you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.” “i have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
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I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
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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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I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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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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I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?
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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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I would lay down everything i possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn’t love, it’s the best i have.
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I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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