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.
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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Are you keeping anything else from me? Im keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way i feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
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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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Citizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
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I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that’s all it is. Let me keep you safe.
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I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
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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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And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
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My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It’s big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away… Literally.
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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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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to jev.
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Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.
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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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