Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use… — 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 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
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
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
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
We need a ride. We're stranded." "We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They… — 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
If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "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
That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go… — 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
You dress to impress," I said approvingly. "No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress. — 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
There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?" "Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date."… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop… — 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
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
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
I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because… — 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
