Pac-man? Or is it donkey kong? In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
BECCA FITZPATRICKOne 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.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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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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Vee: 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!
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Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “this class isn’t going to teach me anything i don’t already know.” “vee? As in virgin?” “not so loud.” she winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
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You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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Inwardly, i gouged my eyes out.
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If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
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Touch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
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Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?
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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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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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Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
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