I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. "That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch. "Then ans-s-swer it." His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that." I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.
Becca FitzpatrickRight now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
Becca FitzpatrickDante said, โI tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.โ โThatโs because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, heโll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
Becca FitzpatrickYou smell good, too,โ said Patch Itโs called a shower.โ I was staring straight ahead. When he didnโt answer, I turned sideways. โSoap. Shampoo. Hot water.โ Naked. I know the drill.
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