I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm… — 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
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
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
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
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
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
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your kisses. Anyone… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
“I like having you around, Britt. That's the truth. I'm not leaving you. Even if you were a pain in the butt, I'd stay… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share
