Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
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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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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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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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
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I 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?
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Dont start. I saw marcie climb inside your jeep. She needed a ride. I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. What kind of ride? Not that kind of ride, he said slowly.
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Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
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The more time i spent with him, the more i knew the feelings weren’t going away.
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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You 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.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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I 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.
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Who wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
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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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I take my job seriously, which means i’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
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The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.
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Right now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
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Do 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
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You 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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Im not going to kill you, nora. I dont kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
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Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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I didnt break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break, patch said.
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Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
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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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