There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)

That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.

I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.

That’s an unfortunate place for a birthmark,” I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. “You’d prefer it someplace more private?” “I wouldn’t prefer it anywhere.” I wasn’t sure how this sounded and tried again. “I wouldn’t care if you didn’t have it at all.” I tried a third time. “I don’t care about your birthmark, period.

I swear to you, Patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my heart—everything I possess, I give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And I promise to do the same.” ~ Nora + Patch