Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.

Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.” “Like?” “Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.