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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat good is a body if i can’t have you?
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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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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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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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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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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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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What 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.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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I’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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Why is anthony amowitz using his pimp smile on you? Youre only calling him a pimp because hes here. At marcies. Yeah, so? Hes being nice. I elbowed her. Smile back. Being nice? Hes being horny.
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I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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You’re mine, angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as i arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “you have me forever.
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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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