I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?” Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. “She’s game,” said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
Becca FitzpatrickAnything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
Becca FitzpatrickI gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.
Becca Fitzpatrick