I swear to you, Patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my… — 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
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 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
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
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
My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on… — 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
If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated." Patch hooked his elbow around… — 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
