Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand... — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got a lot of things I’d rather be doing. Like sticking my hand… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My legs are falling asleep,” I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Are you defending Marcie?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…” I pointed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Science is an investigation," Coach said, sanding his hands together. "Science requires us to transform into spies." Put that way, science almost… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough,… — 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.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting… — 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
You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Religion?” I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion … cult.” “You belong… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don’t see any police cars.” “They probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but… — 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
