Quote

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
Author
Novelist
Writer
Centerville
Utah
Finale
Saws
Close
Else
Wanted
Way

More quotes by Becca Fitzpatrick

Image
We need a ride. We're stranded. We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY? she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. What? I said. We have to get in.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.” “About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. “That might be cute if you thought it was true.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
Vee said, I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker. He is not checking out a book with that title. But I wasn't so sure. It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
How did you get in? I move in mysterious ways. God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
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
Image
If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
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
Image
You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
Becca Fitzpatrick
Image
The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
Becca Fitzpatrick