Try it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened. "Zip it up?" Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, i will track Scott down, and when i find him, it won't be pretty.
Becca FitzpatrickIโm going to grab a cheeseburger,โ I told Patch. โWant anything?โ โNothing on the menu.โ I smiled. โWhy, Patch, are you flirting with me?
Becca FitzpatrickHe grinned. โBusted. Iโm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless โ and shockingly handsome โ alter ego.โ โAnd Iโm on top of it,โ she announced with witty triumph. โIs that a Freudian slip?โ His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
Becca FitzpatrickSince we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.
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