Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

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Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.

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Right now, Vee was the only person I could count on. She could be obnoxious, annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.

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I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves." Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?

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You smell good, too, said Patch It's called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water. Naked. I know the drill.

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Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. "Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.

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Too bad. There's a party on the coast. I thought we could go." He actually sounded sincere. (a bit after) I affected a yawn. "Well, like I said, it's a school night." In hopes of convincing myself more than him, I added, " if this party is something you'd be interested in, I can almost guarantee I won't be." There, I though. Case closed.

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There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

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I don't like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.

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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.

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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

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If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that. -Patch to Nora

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And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.

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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I'm a boy. Like Dorian Gray. Dorian who? I sighed. Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know. Sure thing, Gumdrop. I grimaced. I take that back. Let's stick with Grey.

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Mr. Green Sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said Vee. Emits a certain don't-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesn't look like Dracula's spawn. Tell me I'm imagining things.

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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. I don't remember all the things i did wrong. I remember what i did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.

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All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

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He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

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I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?" "Nope. Your mattress, too." Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.

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Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

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This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.

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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

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The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.

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Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it's all in the hips.

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See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

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Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush... any moment now... the surge of warmth... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.

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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.

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Patch smiled. You come by your red hair naturally? I stared at him. I don't have red hair. I hate to break it to you, but it's red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn't turn any redder.

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When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be." He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

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Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. What? I called back. You look great! A goofy smile was plastered on his face. Oh boy, Vee said. Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp. So maybe he's a little drunk. Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs. Ugh.

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