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
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.” “There’s all kinds of right,” he… — 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
You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination? — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know. — 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
Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Do you ever think of moving back?" "To Coldwater? Heck, no. England suits me fine. These Brits love my accent. The first… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true—and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come this… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Have you finished your column for tomorrow's headline?" It was Vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“No, hear me out. The long answer to that question is that everything about me has changed since meeting you. What I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When… — 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
Why did everyone think I needed a new boyfriend? I didn't need a new boyfriend. I'd had enough of boyfriends to last… — 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
