Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
-
-
Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Being nice? Hes being horny.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
There was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Im not going to kill you, nora. I dont kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
He tried to pull me against him, and i bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. ‘did you just bite me?
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Who wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
BECCA FITZPATRICK