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A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.
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You're mine, Angel, he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. You have me forever.
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Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. This class isn't going to teach me anything I don't already know. Vee? As in virgin? Not so loud. She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.
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Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.
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You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.
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If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
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If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.
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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.
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I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.' -Nora (PG 263)
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Busted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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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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If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.
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The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
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Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.” “Like?” “Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
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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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You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
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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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Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
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I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
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I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
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