Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
Becca FitzpatrickFirst,โ he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, โchoose your tomato.โ He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. โGood. Now pick up the knife.โ โDoes the chef always stand this close?โ I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. โWhen heโs revealing culinary secrets, yes.
Becca FitzpatrickHere it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
Becca FitzpatrickI called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.
Becca FitzpatrickI study her,โ Patch said. โI figure out what sheโs thinking and feeling. Sheโs not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?โ Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. โSheโs game,โ said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
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