I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two.

"That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch.

"Then ans-s-swer it."

His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that."

I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.

Author: Becca Fitzpatrick

I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. <br /><br />"That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch. <br /><br />"Then ans-s-swer it."<br /><br />His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that."<br /><br />I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us. - Becca Fitzpatrick


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