I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. “Kiss you.” “That’s not… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
there's only one thing i know for certain anymore." he turned, his eyes a clear black. "that i would do anything for… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory… — 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 might have been tempted to hit him square in the jaw had he not taken me by the shoulders and pinned… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what?… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
But instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If anyone were to find out—” I began. Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. “If I… — 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
