His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air.
Becca FitzpatrickVee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
Becca FitzpatrickMy arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. โNow thatโs what I call a scream,โ he said, grinning at me.
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.
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