759 Quotes by Becca Fitzpatrick

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

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.

Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.

The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.

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.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.” “Like?” “Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.