How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us. "Interesting.Yours?" "Not so much." "Homework was brutal,huh?" He was making fun of me. "I didnยดt do homework." He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open. "Was that an innuendo?" "Just curious what my competition is." "Grow upp." His smile stretched. "Loosen up.
Becca FitzpatrickTell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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 FitzpatrickI forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโve never been to school, ever? If thatโs trueโ and youโre right, I donโt think it isโwhat made you decide to come this year?โ โYou....Your eyes, Nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible.โ He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. โAnd that killer curvy mouth
Becca FitzpatrickI shook my head. โI donโt think so. This isnโt a good idea. This isnโt right.โ โThereโs all kinds of right,โ he murmured. โOn the spectrum, weโre still in the safe zone.โ ... โDefinitely right. Usually right,โ Patch continued. โMostly right. Maybe right.
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