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.
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.
I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.
We all know you're beautiful, Scott.
For someone who's made it clear that her life is superior to every other student's at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me."-Patch
Patch's eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.
You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If I exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black LOVE SUCKS tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
What I really wanted was the impossible.
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.
Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for. He'd come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling he'd give up everything for me. He already had.
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.
I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.
When I watched Lifetime original movies, it took me a day or two to get over the idea that the cute boy next door is actually a serial killer.
Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
My life sucks when I'm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it's really like, I'd probably jump off a bridge.
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?
If I lose you, I lose everything
You laugh, but you haven't seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don't like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I've got a lot of things I'd rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
The higher up, the harder the fall.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for.
You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
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.
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.
The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.
Do I look like a summer fling?
If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now,
Your enemy's enemy is your friend
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Rollover minutes don't work with curfews.
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
The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.
Girl, I'm going to show you the bear in hug.
If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing's sexier than a guy who writes music.
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.
I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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