I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
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 know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.
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Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.
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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
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You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
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But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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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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I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
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You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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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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Being nice? Hes being horny.
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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.
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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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When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
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