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There Was No Sign Of Jules. “bad News,” Said Elliot. “the Man Is Sick. You’re Going To Have To Settle For Me.” “sick?” Vee Demanded. “how Sick? What Kind Of Excuse Is Sick?” “sick As In It’s Coming Out Both Ends.” Vee Scrunched Her Nose. “too Much Information.

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There Was No Sign Of Jules. “bad News,” Said Elliot. “the Man Is Sick. You’re Going To Have To Settle For Me.” “sick?” Vee Demanded. “how Sick? What Kind Of Excuse Is Sick?” “sick As In It’s Coming Out Both Ends.” Vee Scrunched Her Nose. “too Much Information.

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I Don’t See Any Police Cars.” “they Probably Had To Park A Couple Blocks Over. Anyway, As I Was Saying, I Noticed Illegal Substances In The Hands Of A Few Guests.” “so?” She Snapped. “it’s A Party.” “alcohol Is Illegal Under The Age Of Twenty-one.” “great!” Marcie Shouted. “what Am I Going To Do?” She Paused, Then Raised Her Voice Again. “you Probably Called Them!” “who, Me?” Vee Said. “and Lose The Free Food? No Way.

I Gave Up Something I Wanted For Something I Need. And I Need You, Angel. More Than I Think You'll Ever Know.

This Was It. Together. Forever. As We Left It All Behind, The Sun Warmed My Back, Lighting The Way Before Us. I Knew Of No Better Omen.

The Higher Up, The Harder The Fall.

I'd Fallen In Love With The Devil.

I’m Not Going Anywhere Near A Motel With You.

No, Hear Me Out. The Long Answer To That Question Is That Everything About Me Has Changed Since Meeting You. What I Wanted Five Months Ago Is Different From What I Want Today. Did I Want A Human Body? Yes, Very Much. Is It My Top Priority Now? No." He Looked At Me With Serious Eyes."i Gave Up Something I Wanted For Something I Need. And I Need You, Angel. More Than I Think You'll Ever Know. ~patch

Your Enemy's Enemy Is Your Friend

Why Did Everyone Think I Needed A New Boyfriend? I Didn't Need A New Boyfriend. I'd Had Enough Of Boyfriends To Last A Lifetime. The Only Thing A Boyfriend Was Good For Was A Shattered Heart.

If We're Doing This For Ten Hours, I'm Going To Need A Little Incentive To Stay Motivated." Patch Hooked His Elbow Around My Neck And Dragged Me Into A Kiss. "every Time You Strip My Sword, I Owe You A Kiss. How's That Sound?" I Bit My Lip To Keep From Giggling. "that Sounds Really Dirty." Patch Waggled His Eyebrows. "look Whose Mind Just Rolled Into The Gutter. Two Kisses Per Strip. Any Objections?" I Pulled On An Innocent Face. "none Whatsoever.

That Was A Good Fight Back In The Gym,” He Said. “but I Think You Could Benefit From A Few More Boxing Lessons.

Right Now, Vee Was The Only Person I Could Count On. She Could Be Obnoxious,annoying, And Lazy, But She Never Lied To Me.

You Smell Good." "it's Called A Shower. Soap, Shampoo, Water-" "naked. I Know The Drill.

I’m Going To Grab A Cheeseburger,” I Told Patch. “want Anything?” “nothing On The Menu.” I Smiled. “why, Patch, Are You Flirting With Me?

And You Would Have Lost. We Were Surrounded. He Threatened Your Life, And He Would Have Made Good On That Threat. He Had You, And That Meant He Had Me, Too.

I Might Have Been Tempted To Hit Him Square In The Jaw Had He Not Taken Me By The Shoulders And Pinned Me Against The Wall. There Was Hardly Any Space Left Between Us, Just A Thin Boundary Of Air, But Patch Managed To Eliminate It. "let's Be Honest, Nora. You've Got It Bad For Me." His Eyes Held A Lot Of Depth. "and I've Got It Bad For You." He Leaned Into Me And Put His Mouth On Mine. A Lot Of Him Was On Me, Actually. We Touched Base At Several Strategetic Locations Down Our Bodies, And It Took All My Willpower To Break Away.

Stay With Me Tonight. Let Me Hold You Even If That's All It Is. Let Me Keep You Safe.

Vee: And I'm Not Going To Let You Sit At Home All Afternoon With Your Sour Face On. Nora: I Don't Have A Sour Face. Vee: Yes, You Do. And You're Wearing It Right Now. Nora: This Is My Annoyed Face. You Woke Me Up At Six In The Morning!

The Older Woman Waiting For Admittance Looked At Me, Then Over Her Shoulder At Patch, Who Was Vanishing Down The Hall. “honey,” She Told Me, “he Looks Slippery As Soap.

I Missed You, Angel. Not One Day Went By That I Didn't Feel You Missing From My Life. You Haunted Me To The Point That I Began To Believe Hank Had Gone Back On His Oath And Killed You. I Couldn't Escape You And I Didn't Want To. You Tortured Me, But It Was Better Than Losing You.

Listen, Patch, I Don’t Want To Be Rude, But—” “sure You Do.” “well, You Started It!” Lovely. Very Mature.

I Had Fun Last Night," I Told Patch, Flicking Off My Chin Strap And Handing Over My Helmet. "i'm Officially On Love With Your Sheets." "that The Only Thing You're In Love With?" "nope. Your Mattress, Too." Some Smile Crept Into Patch's Eyes. "my Bed's An Open Invitation.

You’ve Never Been To School, Ever? If That’s True—and You’re Right, I Don’t Think It Is—what Made You Decide To Come This Year?” “you.

He Grinned. “busted. I’m A Monster. Jev Is My Deceptively Harmless — And Shockingly Handsome — Alter Ego.” “and I’m On Top Of It,” She Announced With Witty Triumph. “is That A Freudian Slip?” His Bluntness Caught Her Off Guard. A Self-conscious Blush Rose In Her Face.

Maybe Scotty The Potty Turned Into Scotty The Hottie. Have You Thought About That?

How Does This Whole Guardian Angel Business Work? Am I The Only Person Who Can See You? I Mean, Are You Invisible To Everyone Else?" Patch Stared At Me Like He Hoped I Wasn't Serious. "you're Not Invisible?" I Squeaked. "you Have To Get Out Of Here!" I Made A Movement To Push Patch Off The Bed But Was Cut Short By A Searing Jab In My Ribs. "she'll Kill Me If She Finds You In Here. Can You Climb Trees? Tell Me You Can Climb A Tree!" Patch Grinned. "i Can Fly." Oh. Right. Well, Okay.

He Felt Warm And Familiar. He Felt Solid And Safe. I Wanted To Cling To His Shirt, Bury My Face Into The Warm Curve Of His Neck, And Never Let Go.

Guess Who Has Pe First Hour? This Is So Unfair. I Start The Day Off Perspiring Like An Elephant In Heat. Don't The People Who Make Up Our Schedule Understand Body Odor? Don't They Understand Frizzy Hair? ~vee

Your Mom Isn’t Going To Let Me Step Foot Inside This Place. I’ve Seen The Gun She Keeps On The Top Shelf Of The Pantry.

Biggest Dream?” I Was Proud Of This One Because I Knew It Would Stump Him. It Required Forethought. “kiss You.” “that’s Not Funny,” I Said, Holding His Eyes, Grateful I Didn’t Stutter. “no, But It Made You Blush.

Did They Look Like Anyone We Know? For Example… A Cross Between Pippi Longstocking And The Wicked Witch Of The West Would Obviously Give Us Marcie Millar

I Believe In Destiny Angel. I Believe Every Choice I've Made Has Brought Me Closer To You. I Looked For You For A Very Long Time. I May Have Fallen From Heaven, But I Fell For You.

If I Lose You, I Lose Everything

You're Mine, Angel. And I'm Yours. Nothing Can Change That.

I Know You Followed Me. Don't Look So Surprised. It's Called A Rearview Mirror.

Rear View Mirror

You’re Crowding Me. I Need— Room.”... What I Needed Were Boundaries. I Needed Willpower. I Needed To Be Caged Up, Since Yet Again I Was Proving I Couldn’t Be Trusted In Patch’s Presence. I Should Have Been Bolting For The Door, And Yet … I Wasn’t.

And Here I Thought They Were Called Peeping Toms." I Didn't Need To See Him To Know He Wore A Smile. "stop Laughing," I Said, My Cheeks Hot With Humiliation. "get Me Down." "jump." "what?" "i'll Catch You." "are You Crazy? Go Inside And Open The Window. Or Get A Ladder." "i Don't Need A Ladder. Jump. I'm Not Going To Drop You.

The Truth Is Scary, But Knowing Nothing Is Crippling.

Knowing Nothing

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There's Only One Thing I Know For Certain Anymore." He Turned, His Eyes A Clear Black. "that I Would Do Anything For You, Even If It Means Going Against Mu Instincts Or My Very Nature. I Would Lay Down Everything I Possess, Even My Soul, For You. If That Isn't Love, It's The Best I Have.

When I'm Wasted, I Can Almost Forget Who I Am," He Said, His Smile Fading Slightly. "i Know I'm Still There, But Only Barely. It's A Good Place To Be." He Tipped Back The Thermos, Eyes On The Dark Sea Straight Ahead

Patch’s Eyes Were Black Orbs. Taking In Everything And Giving Away Nothing.

You’re Impinging On My Private Space,” I Said, Inching Backward. Patch Gave A Barely-there Smile. "impinging? This Isn’t The Sat, Nora.

Right Now, I Had Everything I Could Ask For. It Wasn't A Long List, But It Was A Very Satisfying One, Starting With The Love Of My Life Back In My Arms.

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I Took Three Steps Back; He Nudged The Door Closed With His Foot. “you Like Mexican?” He Asked. “i—” I’d Like To Know What You’re Doing Inside My House! “tacos?” “tacos?” I Echoed. This Seemed To Amuse Him. “tomatoes, Lettuce, Cheese.” “i Know What A Taco Is!

All I Can Think About Is Bed.” “we’re Sharing The Same Thought.” “you’re Thinking About Bed Too?” “i’m Thinking About You In My Bed.

Thinking About You

Any Happiness, No Matter How Brief, Seemed Better Than The Long, Simmering Torture Of Waking Up Day After Day, Knowing I Could Never Have Him.

He Grinned When I Didn't Protest, And Lowered His Mouth Toward Mine. The First Touch Was Just That - A Touch. A Teasing, Tempting Softness. I Licked My Lips And Patch's Grin Deepened. "more?" He Asked. I Curled My Hands Into His Hair, Pulling Him Closer. "more.

Vee Lowered Her Lashes And Smiled Wickedly. "this Class Isn't Going To Teach Me Anything I Don't Already Know." "vee? As In Virgin?" "not So Loud." She Winked Just As The Bell Rang, Sending Us Both To Our Seats, Which Were Side By Side At Our Shared Table.

There's A Disconnect Between My Mind And My Heart, But I Feel The Truth. They Say When People Lose Their Vision, Their Hearing Comes Sharper. I've Lost Part Of My Memory But Maybe My Intuition Is Stronger.

She Already Has A Car.” “a Ford. That’s Like Toyota’s Worst Enemy.

His Smile Was Sexy And Warned Of Trouble, But I'd Made Up My Mind That Not All Trouble Was Bad.

Hello,pepper. It´s Been A While," I Said. "the Last Time We Met Up, You Tried To Kidnap Me, Isn´t That Right?" Nora (p.303)

Before I Could Stop Myself, I Punched His Arm. “careful,” He Said In A Low Voice. “they Might Think We’re Flirting.

I Hung My Fingertips On His Waistband, Tugging Him Closer. Patch Buried His Face In The Curve Of My Shoulder, His Hands Flexing Over My Back. He Gave A Low Groan. "i Love You," He Murmured Into My Hair. "i'm Happier Right Now Than I Ever Remember Being.

Mr. Green Sweater Looks Normal, But His Wingman Looks Hard-core Bad Boy,” Said Vee. “emits A Certain Don’t-mess-with-me Signal. Tell Me He Doesn’t Look Like Dracula’s Spawn. Tell Me I’m Imagining Things.

I Swear To You, Patch, To Take Your Love And Cherish It. And In Return, To Give You My Body And My Heart—everything I Possess, I Give To You. I Am Yours. Wholly And Completely. Love Me. Protect Me. Fulfill Me. And I Promise To Do The Same.” ~ Nora + Patch

Just Because I've Gone And Snagged Myself A Hot Boyfriend Doesn't Mean I'm Going To Leave My Bestfriend High And Dry.

You've Got Food Stuck In Your Teeth," Vee Told Marcie. "in The Crack Between Your Two Front Teeth. Looks Like Chocolate Ex-lax.

And Anyway, The First Three Letters In The Word Diet Should Tell You What I Want It To Do.

His Eyes Made A Slow Scan Of My Closet Doors, Which Were Cracked. “i Thought I Heard Something.” “yeah, Well, Guess What? I’m A Living, Breathing Person, And Every Now And Then I Make Noise!

Guess Where I Am. Clue? She Texted Back Swear U Won't Tell A Soul? U Have 2 Ask? I Reluctantly Texted,@ Dinner W. Marcie's Dad. #?@#$?!& My Mom Is Dating Him. Traitor! If They Get Married, U & Marcie... Could Use A Little Consolation Here! Does He Know Ur Texting Me? Vee Asked. No. They R Inside. I'm In The Parking Lot ----coopersmiths. The Pimp. 2 Good 4 Applebee's, I See. I'm Going 2 Order The Most Expensive Thin On The Menu. If All Goes Well,him Going To Throw Hank's Drink In His Face 2. ~nora & Vee

If I Need Romance, That's What Netflix Is For.

I Need To Brush My Teeth. And I Need A Shower." He Grinned, Hopping Off The Bike. "now That Is An Invitation.

Ready To Wrestle With My Gorgeous Boyfriend? Oh, I´d Say I´m Ready For That." Nora :d (p.375)

Patch Is The Last Person You Want To Antagoonize. He Doesn't Hold Grudges Because The People Who Cross Him Tend To Disappear Quickly.

..."good, Because I Need Your Help." "help Is My Middle Name." I Was Pretty Sure She'd Already Told Me Bad Was Her Middle Name, But I Kept My Opinion To Myself.

...i Need A Boyfriend. And To Get A Boyfriend, You Have To Look Good. Doesn’t Hurt To Smell Good Too.

It Isn't About Love," Vee Said. "it's About Fun.

Reading A Good Book In Silence Is Like Eating Chocolate For The Rest Of Your Life And Never Getting Fat.

Girl, I'm Going To Show You The Bear In Hug.

I’d Like To. Problem Is, I’m Not Stupid.” “you Act Stupid.” “right. Thanks For That. For Your Information, There’s A Difference Between Acting Stupid And Being Stupid.” “it’s A Fine Line, But Someone Has To Draw It.

She'll Kill Me If She Finds You In Here. Can You Climb Trees? Tell Me You Can Climb A Tree!" Patch Grinned, "i Can Fly.

We Touched Base At Several Strategic Locations Down Our Bodies, And It Took All My Willpower To Break Away.

Hang On, Did You Just Call Me Angel?" I Asked. "if I Did?" "i Don't Like It." He Grinned. "it Stays, Angel.

My Most Noticeable Physical Trait Is, Hands Down, My Hair. It's Big, Unruly And Curly, And You Can Spot It From A Mile Away... Literally.

I Learned That I Was Either Crazy In Love With You, Or Putting On The Best Performance Of My Life.' -nora (pg 263)

I Didn’t Break His Jaw, But If He Lays A Hand On You, It Will Be The First Of Many Things To Break,” Patch Said.

I Take That Back. If Hank Wants To Shoot Scott, He Has My Blessing.

First,” He Said, Coming Behind Me And Placing His Hands On The Counter, Just Outside Of Mine, “choose Your Tomato.” He Dipped His Head So His Mouth Was At My Ear. His Breath Was Warm, Tickling My Skin. “good. Now Pick Up The Knife.” “does The Chef Always Stand This Close?” I Asked, Not Sure If I Liked Or Feared The Flutter His Closeness Caused Inside Me. “when He’s Revealing Culinary Secrets, Yes.

Patch: “let’s Get Out Of Here.” – Nora: “where Are We Going?” – Patch: “you’ll See.

His Words Filled My Heart To The Brim. I Loved Him In A Way I’d Never Be Able To Express In Words. He Was Part Of Me. And I Was Part Of Him. Tethered Together For The Rest Of Eternity.

Stop Crying. You're Giving Archangels Everywhere A Bad Name." Patch To Pepper

I Tended To Be More A Romantic Than A Realist, And Chose Blind Faith Over Cold Logic.

I’m Doing Boy Detox. Like A Diet, Only For My Emotional Health.

Emotional Health

Arrogance Can Be Deadly.” The Corners Of His Mouth Crept Up. “but You Didn’t Hear Me Say That.

I Was Tired Of Admiring Your Legs From A Distance.

I'll Be Firm," I Promised Patch, Adopting A No-nonsense Expression. "no Backing Down." By Now Patch Was Full-on Grinning. He Kissed Me Again, And I Felt My Mouth Soften Its Resolve. "you Look Cute When You're Trying To Be Tough," He Said.

The Only Thing A Boyfriend Was Good For Was A Shattered Heart.

Pac-man? Or Is It Donkey Kong?” In Truth, It Looked A Little More Violent And Military. A Slow Grin Spread Over His Face. “baseball. Think Maybe You Could Stand Behind Me And Give Me A Few Pointers?

Human Reproduction Can Be A Sticky Subject—” “ewww!” Groaned A Chorus Of Students

Heat Flushed Chauncey's Neck; It Took All His Energy To Curl His Hands Into Two Weak Fists. He Laughed At Himself, But There Was No Humor. He Had No Idea How, But The Boy Was Inflicting The Nausea And Weakness Inside Him. It Would Not Lift Until He Took The Oath. He Would Say What He Had To, But He Swore In His Heart He Would Destroy The Boy For This Humiliation.

Maggots Squirming In Your Eyeholes...and Your Other Orifices, Might Be Carrying Things A Bit Too Far." "this Is Why I Keep You Around, Rixon. Always Seeing Things From The Bright Side.

Your Past Wouldn’t Frighten Me,” I Said, Buckling My Seat Belt Across My Lap. “i’m Guessing I’d Be More Appalled Than Anything.

You’ve Never Been To School, Ever? If That’s True— And You’re Right, I Don’t Think It Is—what Made You Decide To Come This Year?” “you....your Eyes, Nora. Those Cold, Pale Gray Eyes Are Surprisingly Irresistible.” He Tipped His Head Sideways, As If To Study Me From A New Angle. “and That Killer Curvy Mouth

Patch Was In My Life For A Reason. I Needed Him. We Were Two Halves Of The Same Whole.

Do You Ever Think Of Moving Back?" "to Coldwater? Heck, No. England Suits Me Fine. These Brits Love My Accent. The First Time Gavin Asked Me Out It Was Just To Hear Me Talk. Lucky For Him, It's One Of The Things I Do Best." All Teasing Left Her Eyes. "too Many Memories Back Home. Can't Drive Down The Street Without Thinking I See Scott In The Crowd.

I Couldn't Stand Here, Hanging On, When The Very Thing I Held Disappeared More With Each Passing Day.

Every Time You Strip My Sword, I Owe You A Kiss. How's That Sound?" I Bit My Lip To Keep From Giggling. "that Sounds Really Dirty." Patch Waggled His Brows. "look Whose Mind Just Rolled Into The Gutter.

His Black Eyes Sliced Into Me, And The Corners Of His Mouth Tilted Up. My Heart Fumbled A Bit And In That Pause, A Feeling Of Gloomy Darkness Seemed To Slide Like A Shadow Over Me. It Vanished In An Instant But I Was Still Staring At Him. His Smile Wasn't Friendly. It Was A Smile That Spelled Trouble. With A Promise.

You're A Liar!" He Turned Around, His Black Eyes Snapping. "i'm Also A Thief, A Gambler, A Cheat, And A Murdered. But This Happens To Be One Of The Rare Times When I'm Telling The Truth. Go Home. Consider Yourself Lucky. You've Got A Chance To Start Fresh. Not Everyone Can Say The Same.

What I Really Wanted Was The Impossible.

I'm Not The Distraction In The Room.' 'oh? And What Might Be?' -nora & Patch (pg 242)

The Sensible Part Of Me Wanted To Dissect My Emotions, Overthinking And Overcomplicating My Reaction To Jev.

I Couldn't Picture Myself With A Boyfriend, But If I Had To, I Envisioned A Nice Normal Guy Who Turned In His Math Homework On Time And Maybe Even Played Rec Baseball.

Father' Is Such An Arbitary Word. Douche Bag, On The Other Hand.

You’re Not Going To Drive Me Home?” I Asked. A Waste Of Breath, Since I Knew Her Answer. “there’s Fog.” “patchy Fog.” Vee Grinned. “oh, Boy. He Is So On Your Mind. Not That I Blame You. Personally, I’m Hoping I Dream About Him Tonight.

I Saw You, And I Wanted To Be Close To You. I Wanted You To Let Me In. I Wanted To Know You In A Way No One Else Did. I Wanted You, All Of You.

Tacos." "tacos?" I Echoed. This Seemed To Amuse Him. "tomatoes, Lettuce, Cheese." "i Know What A Taco Is!

But If I Hadn't Fallen, I Wouldn't Have Met You.

I Cared About Us. But The Cold Hard Truth Was, Nothing I Said Or Did Could Realign The Stars.

If I Could Make This Go Away, I Would. If I Could Stand In Your Place, I Wouldn't Hesitate. But I'm Left With One Choice, And That's To Stand By Your Side Through The End. I Won't Waver, Angel, I Can Promise You That. -patch To Nora

It Was A Smile That Spelled Trouble. With A Promise.

I Wrinkled My Nose, Trying To Figure Out What He Smelled Like. Not Cigarettes. Something Richer, Fouler. Cigars.

Do You Think The Bible Is Accurate? I Mean, Do You Think It's Real?" " I Think Pastor Calvin Is Hot. In A Fortysomething Way. That Pretty Much Sums Up My Religious Conviction

Deep, Dark Unearthly Black. I Hadn't Told Anyone Yet, But The Color Kept Streaking Across My Mind At The Oddest Moments. When It Did, My Skin Shivered Pleasantly, And It Was As If I Could Feel The Color Tracing A Finger Tenderly Along My Jaw, Tipping My Chin Up To Face It Directly. I Knew It Was Absurd To Think A Color Would Come To Life, But Once Or Twice, I Was Sure I'd Caught A Flash Of Something More Substantial Behind The Color. A Pair Of Eyes. The Way They Studied Me Cut To The Heart.

I Couldn't Look At You And Breath At The Same Time.

This Ring Belongs To The Black Hand. He Killed Your Dad.

Kiss Me In A Way I'll Never Forget. Kiss Me In A Way That Will Stay With Me Until See You Again

I Personally Believe Patch Scared The Pants Off Normal, And It Took Off Running For The Far Side Of The World.

I Need An Endorphin Boost.” “and Making Out In An Abandoned Barn With Me Will Give You One?” “no, It Will Probably Put Me In An Endorphin Coma, And I’m More Than Happy To Test The Theory.

Does Patch Have A Restraining Order Against Him?' He Read. 'is Patch A Felon?' 'give-me-that!' I Hissed Furiously. Patch Gave A Soft Laugh, And I Knew He'd Seen The Next Question. 'does Patch Have A Girlfriend?

I'm Not Leaving Until You Tell Me Why You Followed Me. I Know I'm A Fascinating Guy, But This Is Starting To Feel Like An Unhealthy Obsession.

His Finger Flicked Open A Button On My Cardigan-then Two, Three, Four. It Tumbled Off My Shoulders, Leaving Me In My Camisole. He Pushed Up The Hem, Teasing And Stroking His Thumb Across My Stomach. My Breath Came In A Sharp Intake Of Air.

Based On Past Experience, I Hope Not.

Past Experiences

Anyone Ever Tell You You're An Incredible Kisser?

Should Have Known

I Looked To The Window. Patch Was Gone, But A Single Black Feather Was Pressed To The Outer Pane, Held In Place By Last Night's Rain. Or Angel Magic

Wouldn't Have Pegged You For A Dancer," He Spoke To My Mind "funny, I Would Have Pegged You For A Stalker," I Shot Back.

Busted. I'm A Monster. Jev Is My Deceptively Harmless-and Shockingly Handsome-alter Ego.

Patch Stood Over Me, And A Drop Of Rain Slid From His Hair, Landing Like Ice On My Collarbone. I Felt It Slide Along My Skin, Disappearing Beneath The Neckline Of My Shirt. His Eyes Followed The Raindrop, And I Began To Quiver On The Inside.

I Don't Have The Body For This," I Quipped, Lifting My Chin To A Voluptous Woman Nearby Who Shook Her Hips Zealously To The Beat. "no Curves." Jev's Eyes Held Mine. "are You Asking My Opinion?

Nora: This Is Crazy. Patch: I'm Crazy. About You.

I Undress To Impress - Patch

Being With You Never Felt Wrong. It's The One Thing I Did Right. You're The One Thing I Did Right.

A Girl Could Lather Up In Soap Like That.

You're Going To Have To Drive Off The Road And Park Behind Thoses Bushes," I Instructed Vee. Vee Leaned Forward, Peering Into The Darkness. "is That A Ditch Between Me And The Bushes ?" "it's Not Very Deep. Trust Me, We'll Clear It." "looks Deep To Me. This Is A Neon We're Talking About, Not A Hummer.

I'm Telling You This Because I Want You To Know That I Know Something About You Isn't Right. You Haven't Fooled Everybody. I'm Going To Find Out What You're Up To. I'm Going To Expose You." "looking Forward To It.

Looking Forward

What Good Is A Body If I Can't Have You?

Everything Had Come Into Sharp Focus : His Smooth Words, His Black, Glinting Eyes, His Broad Experience With Lies, Seduction, Women. I'd Fallen In Love With The Devil.

You Never Know What You're Going To Have To Face, So You'd Better Be Prepared.

Hmm?' I Looked Away, Flustered Automatically Using Irritation To Cover My Discomfort Up. 'what Does 'hmm' Have To Do With Anything? Could You Ever Use More That Five Words? All This Grunting And Minced Words Make You Come Across-- Primal.' His Smile Tipped Higher. 'primal.' 'you're Impossible.' 'me Jev, You Nora.' -nora & Patch (pg 226)

Anything Was Better Than Nothing. Half-full Was Better Than Empty. Ignorance Was The Lowest Form Of Humiliation And Suffering.

Why Is Anthony Amowitz Using His Pimp Smile On You?” “you’re Only Calling Him A Pimp Because He’s Here. At Marcie’s.” “yeah, So?” “he’s Being Nice.” I Elbowed Her. “smile Back.” “being Nice? He’s Being Horny.

I Want To Wake Up With You Every Morning And Fall Asleep Beside You Each Night.

A Feeling Of Violation Swayed Inside Me, Making Me Feel As If Id Been Shoved Off A High Platform Without Warning. I Was Falling, And I Feared The Sensation Far More Than Hitting Bottom. There Was No End; Just A Constantsense Of Gravity Having Its Way With Me.

Vee Said," I'm Trying To Read The Title He's Holding…hang On…how To Be A Stalker." "he Is Not Checking Out A Book With That Title." But I Wasn't So Sure. "it's Either That Of How To Radiate Sexy Without Trying.

Vee Never Needed A Reason To Do Something Stupid. Sad Thing Was, Most Of The Time I Didn't Either.

The Archangel." I Murmured. Looking Back Over My Shoulder At The Ride, Which Had Started Its Next Ascent. "it Means High-ranking Angel." There Was A Definite Smugness To His Voice. "the Higher Up, The Harder The Fall.

One More Thing. I Sold The Mustang. Too Conspicuous. Don't Get Too Excited, But I Bought You A Little Something With The Extra Cash. I Heard You've Had Your Eye On A Volkswagen. The Owner Is Dropping It By Tomorrow. I Paid For A Full Tank Of Gas, So Make Sure She Delivers.

But If The Choice I Have To Make Comes Down To You Or Me, I Choose You. I Always Have. All My Love, Patch

Are We Going To Have To Teach You To Fight, Angel?

I Think I'm More Of A Guardian Angel Girl.

I Shook My Head. “i Don’t Think So. This Isn’t A Good Idea. This Isn’t Right.” “there’s All Kinds Of Right,” He Murmured. “on The Spectrum, We’re Still In The Safe Zone.” ... “definitely Right. Usually Right,” Patch Continued. “mostly Right. Maybe Right.

You Can Call Me Patch. No Really. Call Me.

You're Mine, Angel, And Don't You Forget It. Your Fights Are My Fights. What If Something Bad Had Happened Today? It Was Bad Enough When I Thought Your Ghost Was Haunting Me; I Don't Think I Can Handle The Real Thing.

If I'd Wanted You Dead Five Minutes Ago, You'd Have Died Five Minutes Ago.

Let’s Be Honest, Nora. You’ve Got It Bad For Me." His Eyes Held A Lot Of Depth. "and I’ve Got It Bad For You.

I Could Get You To Smile Like That, And Without Sales Tax.

Light Had A Way Of Keeping The Monsters Of My Imagination At Bay.

Citizen's Arrest," He Said. "well, That, And Patch Told Me To.

I'm Not Good," He Said, Piercing Me With Eyes That Absorbed All Light But Reflected None, "but I Was Worse.

Patch Smiled. “you Come By Your Red Hair Naturally?” I Stared At Him. “i Don’t Have Red Hair.” “i Hate To Break It To You, But It’s Red. I Could Light It On Fire And It Wouldn’t Turn Any Redder.

What Little Light Was Left Inside Me Flickered Out.

I’m Really Starting To Like All This Spy Work,” Vee Said. “when My Normal Life Gets Boring, All I Have To Do Is Sidle Up Next To You.

That’s An Unfortunate Place For A Birthmark,” 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. “you’d Prefer It Someplace More Private?” “i Wouldn’t Prefer It Anywhere.” I Wasn’t Sure How This Sounded And Tried Again. “i Wouldn’t Care If You Didn’t Have It At All.” I Tried A Third Time. “i Don’t Care About Your Birthmark, Period.

You Picked The Seats You Did For A Reason, Right? Familiarity. Too Bad The Best Sleuths Avoid Familiarity. It Dulls The Investigative Instinct.

Jev Stroked His Chin. "do I Look Like A Summer Fling?

Shh!" The Guy Beside Me Hissed Again. "blame Him," I Told The Guy, Pointing At Patch. The Guy Craned His Neck Back. "listen," He Said, Facing Me Again. "if You Don't Quiet Down, I'll Get Security." "fine, Go Get Security. Tell Them To Take Him Away," I Said, Again Signaling Patch. "tell Them He Wants To Kill Me." "i Want To Kill You," Hissed The Guy's Girlfriend.

The Antique, Almost Primitive Band He Held Between His Fingers Caught The Sunlight, Glinting Silver. “i 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. I’ve Kept It A Long Time. I Want You To Have It. You Broke My Suffering. You’ve Given Me A New Eternity. Be My Girl, Nora. Be My Everything."

Call Me Patch. I Mean It. Call Me.

Nice Costume," He Said. "ditto. I Can Tell You Put A Lot Of Thought Into Yours." Amusement Curled His Mouth. "if You Don't Like It, I Can Take It Off.

Try It On." "it's Probably A Little Snug. Marcie Tends To Buy Down When It Comes To Sizing." He Merely Smiled. "it Has A Slit Up The Thigh." His Smile Depened. "zip It Up?" Patch's Eyes Made A Slow Assessment Of Me, Sharpening To Vivid Black. "i'm Going To Have A Hard Time Sending You Off With Scott In That Dress. Just A Heads-up: If You Come Home And The Dress Looks Even Slightly Tampered With, I Will Track Scott Down, And When I Find Him, It Won't Be Pretty.

If Anyone Were To Find Out—” I Began. Patch Kissed Me, Hard, But With An Amused Glint In His Eye. “if I Get Caught, It’ll Mean The End Of Kissing You. Do You Really Think I’d Risk That?” His Face Grew Serious. “i Know I Can’t Feel Your Touch, But I Feel Your Love, Nora. Inside Me. It Means Everything To Me. I Wish I Could Feel You The Same Way You Feel Me, But I Have Your Love. Nothing Will Ever Outweigh That. Some People Go Their Entire Lives Never Feeling The Emotions You’ve Given Me. There Is No Regret In That.

Did I Really Want To Stay On This Road Longer, Knowing It Was Only Going To End In Devastation?

Patch Wasn't The Kind Of Guy Mothers Smiled On. He Was The Kind Of Guy They Changed The House Locks For.

Whoa, Who Peed In Your Cheerios?

How Was Your Night?" I Asked, My Voice Carefully Neutral As I Attempted To Break The Ice. My Spying Adventures Still Hung Uncomfortably Between Us. "interesting.yours?" "not So Much." "homework Was Brutal,huh?" He Was Making Fun Of Me. "i Didn´t Do Homework." He Had The Smile Of A Fow. "who Did You Do?" I Was Speechless A Moment. I Stood There With My Mouth Slightly Open. "was That An Innuendo?" "just Curious What My Competition Is." "grow Upp." His Smile Stretched. "loosen Up.

It Was Bad Enough When I Thought Your Ghost Was Haunting Me; I Don't Think I Could Handle The Real Thing.

I Take My Job Seriously, Which Means I'm Going To Need To Get Acquainted With The Subject Matter On A Personal Level.

My First Job Entailed Spending A Summer Working In A Cornfield In Nebraska.

I’m Not Stealing It. We’re Stranded. This Is Called Borrowing.” “this Is Called You’re Crazy.

The Guy I've Got My Eye On Happens To Be Hot. Off-the-charts Hot. Hotter-than-patch Hot.' She Paused. 'well Maybe Not That Hot. Nobody's That Hot.

It 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.

What Was Up With Class Today? It Was Watered-down Porn. He Practically Had You And Patch On Top Of Your Lab Table, Horizontal, Minus Your Clothes, Doing The Big Deed.

His Muscles Flexed Under His Clothes, Holding Me, Leading Me. Never Letting Me Stray Far.

Normal 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. He’s 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.

Since The Dawn Of Time, Women Have Been Attracted To Mates With Strong Survival Skills—like Intelligence And Physical Prowess— Because Men With These Qualities Are More Likely To Bring Home Dinner At The End Of The Day.” He Stuck His Thumbs In The Air And Grinned. “dinner Equals Survival, Team

You Should Go," I Breathed. "you Should Definitely Go." "go Here?" His Mouth Was On My Shoulder. "or Here?" It Moved Up My Neck.

I Was Just About To Ask You The Same Thing. I Know You Followed Me. Don't Look So Suprised. It's Called A Rearview Mirror. Are You Stalking Me For A Specific Reason?

The Patch I Knew Didn't Run From Anyone.

Patch: "it's Hard To Concentrate On Answers With You Looking Like That.

Hang On, Did You Just Call Me Angel?” I Asked. “if I Did?” “i Don’t Like It.” He Grinned. “it Stays. Angel.” He Leaned Across The Table, Raised His Hand To My Face, And Brushed His Thumb Along One Corner Of My Mouth. I Pulled Away, Too Late.

He Tried To Pull Me Against Him, And I Bit Him On The Lip. He Licked His Lip With The Tip Of His Tongue. 'did You Just Bite Me?

Is That A Yes?" He Asked, Pushing His Fingers Through My Hair, Fanning It Out Around My Shoulders And Searching My Face Intently. "please Let It Be Yes," He Said With A Gravelly Edge. "stay With Me Tonight. Let Me Hold You, Even If That's All It Is. Let Me Keep You Safe.

My Arms Hurt From How Tightly Patch Held Me. “now That’s What I Call A Scream,” He Said, Grinning At Me.

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.

He Was Abominable...and The Most Alluring, Tortured Soul I'd Ever Met.

If You Can't Feel Then Why Did You Kiss Me? Because I Can Feel It Here, In My Heart.

You Sound Worked Up. Really Worked Up. No, That's Not It. You Sound Agitated...flustered...aroused." I Could Feel Her Eyes Widen. "he Kissed You, Didn't He?" No Answer. "he Did! I Knew It! I've Seen The Way He Looks At You. I Knew This Was Coming. I Saw It From A Mile Away." I Didn't Want To Think About It. "what Was It Like?" Vee Pressed. "a Peach Kiss? A Plum Kiss? Or An Al-fal-fa Kiss?" "what?" "was It A Peck, Did Mouths Part, Or Was There Tongue? Never Mind. You Don't Have To Answer That. Patch Isn't The Kind Of Guy To Deal With Preliminaries. There Was Tongue Involved. Guaranteed.

All This Time I've Hated Myself For It. I Thought I'd Given It Up For Nothing. But If I Hadn't Fallen, I Wouldn't Have Met You.

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