“If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that… — 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
“Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“You're staying here, Angel." "You're taking this one alone?" "First, Hank can't see us together. Second, I don't like the idea of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Do you think they're going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?" I scoffed when he twirled… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Only downside to your place is the disturbing low amount of extraneous toiletries. No conditioner? Lip gloss? Sunscreen?" I jerked my thumb… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“This isn't your fight, Patch," I said quietly. His eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before. "You're mine, Angel, and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“We don't have to go back to my place, Angel. I can take you home, if that's what you want. Or, if… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel.” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for food.” A… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I've missed you,Angel. I dod not spent a day without missing you in my life. I became obsessed to the point 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
