Becca Fitzpatrick - Silence (2011)

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Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

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Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.

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There's only one thing i know for certain anymore." he turned, his eyes a clear black. "that i would do anything for you, even if it means going against mu instincts or my very nature. i would lay down everything i possess, even my soul, for you. if that isn't love, it's the best i have.

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His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

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Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong? In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

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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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There's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.

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How did you get in?" "I move in mysterious ways." "God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.

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Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

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I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If I exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black LOVE SUCKS tee, my plan would never get off the ground.

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If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

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Are you keeping anything else from me? I'm keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.

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Hank had left me his doomed army, and he'd left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn't begin to cover it.

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I love you. His voice was straightforward, affectionate. You make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. I'm yours, if you'll have me.

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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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I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.

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Strangely enough, it wasn't Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

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I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.

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Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

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Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?" I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. "So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?

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

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

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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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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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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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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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