Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
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 FitzpatrickCooking isnโt taught,โ Patch said. โItโs inherent. Either youโve got it or you donโt. Like chemistry. You think youโre ready for chemistry?โ I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. โYou tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?โ Patch made a deep sound I couldnโt decipher and grinned.
Becca FitzpatrickBut instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings, but Patch slammed him against the wall again, disorienting him further. โTouch her,โ he said in Scottโs ear, his voice low and threatening, โand itโll be the biggest regret of your life.โ Before leaving, Patch flicked his eyes once in my direction. โHeโs not worth it.โ He paused. โAnd neither am I.
Becca Fitzpatrick