I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night,” Patch told me gravely. “I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you — every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I’ll make you happy. Every day, I’ll make you happy.
Becca FitzpatrickAny happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
Becca FitzpatrickIt didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.
Becca Fitzpatrick