His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
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.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
You possess other people's...bodies." He accepted that statement with a nod. "Do you want to possess my body?" "I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.
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.
If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.
I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)
I'd fallen in love with the devil.
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
His black eyes sliced into me, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart fumbled a bit and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant but I was still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling he’d give up everything for me. He already had.
When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.
You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.
Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.
You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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