All I can think about is bed.””We’re sharing the same thought.””You’re thinking about bed too?” But Patch had told me that he rarely slept. “I’m thinking about you in my bed.
—Becca Fitzpatrick
And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms.” I didn’t need to see him to know he wore a smile. “Stop laughing,” I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. “Get me down.””Jump.””What?””I’ll catch you.””Are...
Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up.”You got lucky,” I said. “I’m about to get lucky.
If you haven’t guessed it already,” I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, “I need you, too.””Is that a yes?” he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around...
I tilted my chin up a fraction. “You can’t f-force me to stay here.” I’d only agreed to come this far because I didn’t want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I...
I don’t have a car.”His eyes sliced into mine. “I walked here,” I explained. “I’m on foot.””Angel,” he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
I don’t have the body for this,” I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “No curves.”Jev’s eyes held mine. “Are you asking my opinion?
If I asked you to do something for me, I don’t suppose you’d listen?” When he had my attention, he continued, “I’m going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act...
Do you think they’re going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?” I scoffed when he twirled me back into his embrace. “Keep it up, and I’ll put you in...
We still have a lot to talk about,” I said. “Talk?” He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts.
I have a free couple of hours,” I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “There’s a very private, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel....
My mom’s coming home soon,” I said. “We should go to your place.”Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. “I have rules about who I take there.” I was getting...
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