Being nice? Hes being horny.
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.
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Citizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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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 trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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Science is an investigation,” coach said, sanding his hands together. “science requires us to transform into spies.” put that way, science almost sounded fun. But i’d been in coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up.
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I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
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One 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.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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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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I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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