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...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.
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I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave. Patch :D (p. 295)
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Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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You dress to impress, I said approvingly. No, Angel. He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. I undress to impress.
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Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face! [...] I get that you're angry—, said Patch. I am ripped apart! I shouted.
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Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.
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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.
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Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
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I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
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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.
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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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If I missed out on some really big action, I’m going to be royally pissed off!
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Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
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If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
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You smell good. It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water- Naked. I know the drill.
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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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The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
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Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. “Kiss you.” “That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter. “No, but it made you blush.
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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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