How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
Becca FitzpatrickNormal and I parted ways when Pateir1ch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. Heโs also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
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 Fitzpatrick