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What I really wanted was the impossible.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Impossible
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Nope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he? Nora (p. 287)
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Try it on. It's probably a little snug, I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing. He merely smiled. It has a slit up the thigh. His smile deepened.
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Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer, he spoke to my mind Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker, I shot back.
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I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
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I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.
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He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
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You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.
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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
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I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
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Your past wouldn’t frighten me,” I said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. “I’m guessing I’d be more appalled than anything.
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class was like watered down porn today. Vee said
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I'm not good, he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, but I was worse.
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I took three steps back he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!
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I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.
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He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
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Since the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills—like intelligence and physical prowess— because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day.” He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. “Dinner equals survival, team
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Did you hear something, Nora?” Vee asked. “I thought I heard something.” “You definitely heard something,” I agreed. “Could that be … a dog fart I heard?” Vee asked me.
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A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent
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I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.
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