I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.
Becca FitzpatrickI’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?
Becca FitzpatrickWhat was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.
Becca Fitzpatrick