Touch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTouch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
BECCA FITZPATRICKStay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that’s all it is. Let me keep you safe.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI swear to you, patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my hearteverything i possess, i give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And i promise to do the same. ~ nora + patch
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIs everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhy is anthony amowitz using his pimp smile on you? Youre only calling him a pimp because hes here. At marcies. Yeah, so? Hes being nice. I elbowed her. Smile back. Being nice? Hes being horny.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKA war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKCitizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIn the end, the only thing between us was silence.
BECCA FITZPATRICKEvery 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 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 FITZPATRICKVee: and i’m not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: i don’t have a sour face. Vee: yes, you do. And you’re wearing it right now. Nora: this is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
BECCA FITZPATRICK