He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Becca FitzpatrickQuit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like Iโm a boy. Like Dorian Gray.โ โDorian who?โ I sighed. โJust think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.โ โSure thing, Gumdrop.โ I grimaced. โI take that back. Letโs stick with Grey.
Becca Fitzpatrickreading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
Becca FitzpatrickYou sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my fingers around it. He kissed my knuckles. "I was going to give this back earlier, but it wasn't finished." I opened my palm and held the ring up. The same heart was engraved on the underside, but now there were two names carved on either side of it: NORA and JEV. I looked up. "Jev? That's your real name?" "Nobody's called me that in a long time.
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