Killer skirt, deadly legs.
Becca FitzpatrickWhat good is a body if I can't have you?
Becca FitzpatrickTags: hush-hush
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
Tags: hush-hush
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
Becca FitzpatrickTags: nora becca-fitzpatrick patch hush-hush
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.
Tags: nora becca-fitzpatrick patch hush-hush
Coach: "All right, Patch. let's say you're at a party. the room is full of girls of all shapes and sizes. You see blondes, brunettes, redheads, a few girl with black hair. Some are talkive, while other appear shy. You've one girl who fits your profile - attractive, intelligent and vulnerable. Dow do you let her know you're interested?"
Patch: "Single her out. Talk to her."
Coach: "Good. Now for the big question - how do you know if she's game or if she wants you to move on?"
Patch: "I study her. I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not gonig to come right out and tell me, which is why i have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold me eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?
Tags: nora becca-fitzpatrick patch hush-hush coach
You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go."
"Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.
Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?"
She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.
Tags: hush-hush
But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
Becca FitzpatrickTags: love fallen-angels becca-fitzpatrick nora-grey hush-hush patch-cipriano
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.
Page 1 of 7.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.