759 Quotes by Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south, stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “Because I feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly. “I haven’t lost the ability to feel emotion.” He watched me closely. “Let me put it this way. Our emotional connection isn’t lacking.

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.

I shouldn’t have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.

Up util this very moment, I’d been telling myself I didn’t care what Patch thought of me. But right now, I knew it was a lie. Even though it would probably come back to haunt me, I was curious enough about Patch to go almost anywhere with him.

Every family has troubles, but the way my parents handled ours...

I’m going to expose you.” “Looking forward to it.” I flushed, catching the innuendo.

He knew. And I wanted to know how –.

I blinked down the street where the jeep had vanished. I felt the unexplainable urge to storm after them and do something I’d hoped I’d regret -like choke Marcie with her stupid red thong.

Violence doesn’t equal strength.