I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”
My insides took a steep dive. “Like?”
“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you.” Patch braced one hand against the mirror behind me, his weight tipping toward me. “You have no idea what you do to me.
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.
I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips.
“Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.”
“About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden.
“That might be cute if you thought it was true.
Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!”
Patch grinned. “I can fly.
You’re a guardian angel now.”....
"I’m your guardian angel,” he said.
“I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?”
“Guard your body.” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
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,
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.
Becca FitzpatrickWe still have a lot to talk about,” I said.
“Talk?” He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts. It wasn’t a question, but a warning. He grinned when I didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that—a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch’s grin deepened.
“More?” he asked.
I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer.
“More.
Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled.
“There’s nobody there,” the girlfriend told me.
“You’re making them think they can’t see you, aren’t you?” I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.
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