Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.
Becca FitzpatrickI study her,โ Patch said. โI figure out what sheโs thinking and feeling. Sheโs not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?โ Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. โSheโs game,โ said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
Becca FitzpatrickThe antique, almost primitive band he held between his fingers caught the sunlight, glinting silver. โI found this ring shortly after I was banished from heaven. I kept it to remind myself of how endless my sentence was, how eternal one small choice can be. Iโve kept it a long time. I want you to have it. You broke my suffering. Youโve given me a new eternity. Be my girl, Nora. Be my everything."
Becca Fitzpatrick