Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
Becca FitzpatrickBusted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
Becca FitzpatrickYou should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
Becca FitzpatrickRight then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling he’d give up everything for me. He already had.
Becca Fitzpatrick