Scott: Friends don't let friends drive drunk. Nora: Are you trying to appeal to my conscience? Scott: How can you turn down a once-in-a-lifetime chance to drive the 'Stang? Nora: How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash. Scott: Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre a guardian angel now.โ.... Iโm your guardian angel,โ he said. โI get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?โ โGuard your body.โ His smile tipped higher. โI take my job seriously, which means Iโm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
Becca FitzpatrickWow. Nice bike,โ I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
Becca FitzpatrickI don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves." Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
Becca FitzpatrickHis were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
Becca FitzpatrickI might have been tempted to hit him square in the jaw had he not taken me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. There was hardly any space left between us, just a thin boundary of air, but Patch managed to eliminate it. "Let's be honest, Nora. You've got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I've got it bad for you." He leaned into me and put his mouth on mine. A lot of him was on me, actually. We touched base at several strategetic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
Becca FitzpatrickI saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.โ Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. โAnd now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. Youโre mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I wonโt let anything change that.
Becca Fitzpatrick