I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
Becca FitzpatrickCooking isnโt taught,โ Patch said. โItโs inherent. Either youโve got it or you donโt. Like chemistry. You think youโre ready for chemistry?โ I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. โYou tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?โ Patch made a deep sound I couldnโt decipher and grinned.
Becca FitzpatrickYou smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.
Becca FitzpatrickI love you.โ His voice was straightforward, affectionate. โYou make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. Iโm yours, if youโll have me.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
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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