If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.
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More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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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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I shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
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Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
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Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Citizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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Angel… I don’t think you understand the lengths i would go to if it means keeping you here with me.’ -patch (pg 262)
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
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You didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
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I’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)
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