Normal and I parted ways when Pateir1ch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. Heโs also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre crowding me. I needโ room.โ... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldnโt be trusted in Patchโs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet โฆ I wasnโt.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
Becca FitzpatrickNora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
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