Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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One last thing," he said. "Stop looking for me."

"I'm not looking for you." I scoffed.

He touched his index finger to my forehead, my skin absurdly warming under his touch. It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop. "Under all the layers, a part of you remembers. It's the part that came looking for me tonight. It's that part that's going to get you killed, if you're not careful."

We stood face-to-face, both of us breathing hard. The sirens were so close now.

"What am I supposed to tell the police?" I said.

"You're not going to talk to the police."

"Oh, really? Funny, because I plan on telling them exactly how you rammed that tire iron into Gabe's back. Unless you answer my questions."

He gave an ironic snort. "Blackmail? You've changed, Angel.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."

He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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We all know you're beautiful, Scott.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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Your enemy's enemy is your friend.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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