Becca Fitzpatrick - Patch Quotes

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For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.

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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 murmured. On the spectrum, we're still in the safe zone.... Definitely right. Usually right, Patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.

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Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.

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Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.

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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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What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.

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

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Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that." Amusement softened his eyes. "I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added. Patch grinned. "Sounds promising.

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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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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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Religion? I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. Not religion … cult. You belong to a cult? I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have. As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now …

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Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.

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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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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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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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I'll be firm," I promised Patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. "No backing down." By now Patch was full-on grinning. He kissed me again, and I felt my mouth soften its resolve. "You look cute when you're trying to be tough," he said.

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

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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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Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper

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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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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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