Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
BECCA FITZPATRICKTheres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?
BECCA FITZPATRICKSomething doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
BECCA FITZPATRICKI cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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 FITZPATRICKSometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
BECCA FITZPATRICKTouch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThis is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAny happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee 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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK