Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. “There’s nobody… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's" "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You laugh, but you haven't seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don't like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Shh!” the guy beside me hissed again. “Blame him,” I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back.… — 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
