Your enemy’s enemy is your friend
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour enemy’s enemy is your friend
BECCA FITZPATRICKDid i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat i really wanted was the impossible.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBusted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBecause i thought i was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
BECCA FITZPATRICKListen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI 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?
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.
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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the big deed.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhy did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICK