“I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Nice try,' he murmured, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. I nibbled his lower lip. 'If you could see into my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. "You got lucky,"… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I love you,Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life,only that you did.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
