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.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
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.
If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano
..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.
You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
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.
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.
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
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.
It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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.
You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
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?
Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)
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