He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
Becca FitzpatrickThe truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But it’s definitely not going to happen if I lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. I’m going to school today, end of story.
Becca FitzpatrickThe Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
Becca FitzpatrickThe truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.
Becca FitzpatrickIt’s so real."
"Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.
Mots clés nora-grey
Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won’t be pretty.”
“I’ll relay the message.”
“If you tell me where he’s hiding, I’ll relay it myself.”
I had to work not to smile. “Something tells me your message would be a lot more direct.”
“Let’s just say he’d get the point.
Mots clés nora-grey patch-cipriano
It wasn't a question, but a warning. He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth towards 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.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a force I couldn't control, a tiny thread that tethered my soul to his. With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical. His hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around his wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed. His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.
"Kiss you now?" he asked.
I couldn't speak; a wilted no was my reply.
His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed.
Mots clés nora patch hush-hush finale
Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard.
I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.
Mots clés nora patch hush-hush finale
I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I remember being.
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