Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
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 when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.
Becca FitzpatrickMy legs are falling asleep,โ I blurted. It wasnโt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. โI could solve that.โ Patchโs hands closed on my hips.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
Becca Fitzpatrick