Fine! I’ll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I’m in my pj’sI’m a guy. That’s like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.
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.
Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […]
“I get that you’re angry—,” said Patch.
“I am ripped apart!” I shouted.
You don’t happen to have a thousand dollars I can borrow? I don’t have five you can borrow. My piggy bank is officialy anorexic.
What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than 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.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
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.
I had fun last night,” I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “I’m officially in 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.
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.
Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.
Don’t blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there’s this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
Tacos.Tacos? I echoed.This seemed to amuse him. Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.I know what a taco is!
Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
I called Vee.How are you doing? I asked.Good. How are you?Good.Silence.Okay, Vee said in a rush, I am still totally freaked out. You?Totally.