I didnโt accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.โ I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. โAre you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
Becca FitzpatrickThatโs an unfortunate place for a birthmark,โ 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. โYouโd prefer it someplace more private?โ โI wouldnโt prefer it anywhere.โ I wasnโt sure how this sounded and tried again. โI wouldnโt care if you didnโt have it at all.โ I tried a third time. โI donโt care about your birthmark, period.
Becca FitzpatrickHe cracked a slight smile, but it didnโt look amused. โIโm not letting you out of my sight. Youโre looking a little deranged, Angel. Weโll go together.
Becca FitzpatrickHe bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. Its the only thing I have you beat at, and ill bring it up every chance I get." His mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. "Lets get out of here. I'm taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and I think its time we do something about it.
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