Itโs brown.โ So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. โItโs the lighting,โ I said. โYeah, maybe itโs the lightbulbs.โ His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
Becca FitzpatrickIf we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.
Becca FitzpatrickIf anyone were to find outโโ I began. Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. โIf I get caught, itโll mean the end of kissing you. Do you really think Iโd risk that?โ His face grew serious. โI know I canโt feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions youโve given me. There is no regret in that.
Becca Fitzpatrick