Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a do not cross line drawn down the middle, i’ll do it. I won’t like it, but i’ll do it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know i’m a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Did you hear something, nora? Vee asked. I thought i heard something. You definitely heard something, i agreed. Could that be a dog fart i heard? Vee asked me.
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My 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.
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If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.
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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.
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You’re going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes,” i instructed vee. Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. “is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?” “it’s not very deep. Trust me, we’ll clear it.” “looks deep to me. This is a neon we’re talking about, not a hummer.
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Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
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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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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.
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Citizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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I felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
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Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
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His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way id never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And i was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity.
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
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You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
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You’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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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.
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When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
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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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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
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