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.
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.
If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
I'm not going anywhere near a motel with you.
What good is a body if I can't have you?
Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?
I'm not going to kill you, Nora. I don't kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
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.
Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.
Boys like girls who look like...girls.
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.
You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
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.
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?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.
The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.
I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.
There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.
I'd fallen in love with the devil.
Think they have any bras in here that can get my babies to lie flat? They're called sports bras and they have a nasty side effect called the uni-boob.
A girl could lather up in soap like that.
If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.
Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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