Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
Becca FitzpatrickHang on, did you just call me Angel?โ I asked. โIf I did?โ โI donโt like it.โ He grinned. โIt stays. Angel.โ He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
Becca FitzpatrickThe sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
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