You’re mine, angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as i arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “you have me forever.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’t make me regret this”, i said breathless. “you haven’t regretted me once.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Shouldnt you be working instead of fraternizing with customers? I choked. He smiled. What are you doing sunday night? I snorted. By accident. Are you asking me out? Youre getting cocky. I like that, angel. I dont care what you like. Im not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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I undress to impress – patch
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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Have you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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Are you defending marcie? He shook his head. I dont need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand i pointed at the door. Out.
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.
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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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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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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
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