How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Nice costume," he said. "Ditto. I can tell you put alot of though into yours." Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Too bad. There's a party on the coast. I thought we could go." He actually sounded sincere. ( a bit after) I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not… — 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
I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Shouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked. He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?” I snorted. By… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I should probably confess that ice cream is my favorite food, and I eat it every night. When I go grocery shopping,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night,” Patch told me gravely. “I want… — 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
