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This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

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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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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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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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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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I didn't break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break, Patch said.

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You're impinging on my private space, I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn't the SAT, Nora.

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Shh! the guy beside me hissed again. Blame him, I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. Listen, he said, facing me again. If you don't quiet down, I'll get security. Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away, I said, again signaling Patch. Tell them he wants to kill me. I want to kill you, hissed the guy's girlfriend,

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I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.

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The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. Honey, she told me, he looks slippery as soap.

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Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

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Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his brows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.

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If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.

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Listen, Patch, I don't want to be rude, but— Sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.

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Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.

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Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.

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You didn't tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. I didn't tell her how hard you are on them either, Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.

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I need to get back to work, Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

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Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!" [...] "I get that you're angry—," said Patch. "I am ripped apart!" I shouted.

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It would be like a cleansing diet. The problem was, the only diet I'd ever been on backfired. Once I tried to go an entire month without chocolate. Not one bite. At the end of two weeks, I broke down and binged on more chocolate that I would have eaten in three months. I hoped my chocolate-free diet didn't foreshadow what would happen if I tried to avoid Patch.

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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

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You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

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Patch's eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

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I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night, Patch told me gravely. I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you — every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I'll make you happy. Every day, I'll make you happy.

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Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes.

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It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death. It does make a difference, I said, my voice small but confident. You and I share the same blood. I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. I'm your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you'll die. It's written in The Book of Enoch.

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My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. Now that's what I call a scream, he said, grinning at me.

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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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He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?" "Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date." "About that," i hedged. "I'm sort of...going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling." Patch smiled, but it was tight. "I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.

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The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.

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