How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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.
Human reproduction can be a sticky subject—” “Ewww!” groaned a chorus of students
Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me
Religion?" I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. "Not religion ... cult." "You belong to a cult?" I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have. "As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now...
You’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true— and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come this year?” “You....Your eyes, Nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible.” He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. “And that killer curvy mouth
That’s an unfortunate place for a birthmark,” I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. “You’d prefer it someplace more private?” “I wouldn’t prefer it anywhere.” I wasn’t sure how this sounded and tried again. “I wouldn’t care if you didn’t have it at all.” I tried a third time. “I don’t care about your birthmark, period.
Does this have anything to do with the unit we’re studying? Because I can’t find anything about desired characteristics of a mate anywhere in our text.
I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.
Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
Boys like girls who look like...girls.
Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.
I'm yours, if you'll have me.
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.
If you need one more reason, I love you.
Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
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.
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
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.
Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.
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