If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “this class isn’t going to teach me anything i don’t already know.” “vee? As in virgin?” “not so loud.” she winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need to get back to work, patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour enemy’s enemy is your friend
BECCA FITZPATRICKOne more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone i didn’t know i was searching for.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHey now, none of that. You know i don’t have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
BECCA FITZPATRICKI can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDo you think the bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it’s real?” ” i think pastor calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction
BECCA FITZPATRICKAngel… I don’t think you understand the lengths i would go to if it means keeping you here with me.’ -patch (pg 262)
BECCA FITZPATRICKI had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.
BECCA FITZPATRICKLight had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
BECCA FITZPATRICK