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.

Author: Becca Fitzpatrick

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. <br /><br />"Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered.<br /><br />Ever so slightly, he nodded. - Becca Fitzpatrick


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