If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWell, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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Class was like watered down porn today. Vee said
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You possess other people’s…Bodies.”he accepted that statement with a nod.”do you want to possess my body?i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.
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How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
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For someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
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I needed him like i’d never needed anyone.
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You smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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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’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
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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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The guy i’ve got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-patch hot.’ she paused. ‘well maybe not that hot. Nobody’s that hot.
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