Donโt panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. โYou mean you can feel happy or sad orโโ โDesire.โ A barely-there smile.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch: โLetโs get out of here.โ โ Nora: โWhere are we going?โ โ Patch: โYouโll see.
Becca FitzpatrickHis finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.
Becca FitzpatrickMy arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. โNow thatโs what I call a scream,โ he said, grinning at me.
Becca Fitzpatrick