I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
Becca FitzpatrickI took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. โYou like Mexican?โ he asked. โIโโ Iโd like to know what youโre doing inside my house! โTacos?โ โTacos?โ I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. โTomatoes, lettuce, cheese.โ โI know what a taco is!
Becca FitzpatrickHe brushed my curls back off my face. โI never pictured my life so complete. I never thought Iโd have everything I want. Youโre everything to me, Angel.
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