Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
Becca FitzpatrickSince the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skillsโlike intelligence and physical prowessโ because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day.โ He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. โDinner equals survival, team
Becca FitzpatrickI held out my hot dog, which had grown cold. โDo you want this?โ โNo way. Youโre going to need it. If anything bad happens, just take a bite. Ten seconds later, youโll feel all warm and happy inside.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing.
Becca FitzpatrickDeep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if I could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, I was sure I'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.
Becca Fitzpatrick