The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.

Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

I undress to impress - Patch

Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.