Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Quit? You kidding? My life sucks when I'm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it's really like,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Life Copy Share Image
“Up util this very moment, I'd been telling myself I didn't care what Patch thought of me. But right now, I knew… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table,… — 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 blinked down the street where the jeep had vanished. I felt the unexplainable urge to storm after them and do something… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me… — Becca Fitzpatrick Cat Copy Share Image
“I walked to Scott, each step heavy, tears hot on my face, my hands hovering uselessly over his rapidly decaying body. I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“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 Becca-fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I sent Patch a text. GUESS WHERE I AM? I DON’T HAVE TO GUESS. YOU’RE WEARING THE TRACKING DEVICE, he answered. I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him… — 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 Hard time Copy Share Image
My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble… — 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
Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Amusement Copy Share Image
“Wiping his hands on his apron, he walked over, apparently enjoying my discomfort as I looked around for some way to escape,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Discomfort Copy Share Image
You possess other people's...bodies." He accepted that statement with a nod. "Do you want to possess my body?" "I want to do… — 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 Angel Copy Share Image
Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. ” “Chase him down? How? The Neon has a flat.”… — 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
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use… — Becca Fitzpatrick Brain Copy Share Image
Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
It will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that… — 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 I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross… — 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 Class Copy Share Image
You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“-Te has vestido para impresionar - le dije con aprobación. -No, Ángel. -Se inclinó hacia mi y, rozándome ligeramente la oreja con… — Becca Fitzpatrick Amor Copy Share Image
I love you,Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life,only that you did.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Care 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
“If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I hitched my thumb at the stairs. “I’m going to my room to bang my head against the wall a few thousand… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another… — Becca Fitzpatrick Determined Copy Share Image
I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel."… — Becca Fitzpatrick Angel Copy Share Image
His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what?… — Becca Fitzpatrick Breathing Copy Share Image
