Don’t make me regret this”, i said breathless. “you haven’t regretted me once.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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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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Sure thing, gumdrop. -scott
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Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
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Did i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
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Being nice? Hes being horny.
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I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?
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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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Hank had left me his doomed army, and hed left marcie his inheritance. Unfair didnt begin to cover it.
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You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
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Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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