Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
Becca FitzpatrickYou didnโt tell me she was so soft on the eyes,โ he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. โI didnโt tell her how hard you are on them either,โ Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
Becca FitzpatrickHang on, did you just call me Angel?โ I asked. โIf I did?โ โI donโt like it.โ He grinned. โIt stays. Angel.โ He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes," I instructed Vee. Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. "Is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?" "It's not very deep. Trust me, we'll clear it." "Looks deep to me. This is a Neon we're talking about, not a Hummer.
Becca FitzpatrickDante said, โI tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.โ โThatโs because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, heโll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
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