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“You possess other people's...bodies."

He accepted that statement with a nod.

"Do you want to possess my body?"

"I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
"If I did?"
"I don't like it."
He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You're a guardian angel now." I was still too much in awe to wrap my mind around it, but at the same time I felt amazement, curiosity...happiness.

"I'm your guardian angel," he said.

"I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?"

"Guard your body." His smile tipped higher. "I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Coach: "All right, Patch. let's say you're at a party. the room is full of girls of all shapes and sizes. You see blondes, brunettes, redheads, a few girl with black hair. Some are talkive, while other appear shy. You've one girl who fits your profile - attractive, intelligent and vulnerable. Dow do you let her know you're interested?"

Patch: "Single her out. Talk to her."

Coach: "Good. Now for the big question - how do you know if she's game or if she wants you to move on?"

Patch: "I study her. I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not gonig to come right out and tell me, which is why i have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold me eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?"
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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go."

"Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!"
Patch grinned, "I can fly.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I love you more than I think I should.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. I knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars from when he’d fallen once again replaced with wings—wings I, and every other human, couldn’t see.

“Five dollars says you can’t do it again,� I said, coming up behind him.

Patch looked back and grinned. “I don’t want your money, Angel.�

“Hey now, kids, let’s keep this discussion PG-rated,� Rixon said.

“All three remaining pins,� I challenged Patch.

“What kind of prize are we talking about?� he asked.

“Bloody hell,� Rixon said. “Can’t this wait until you’re alone?�

Patch gave me a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table.

“Aye, now you’re in trouble, lass,� Rixon shouted at me over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Patch. 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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Killer skirt, deadly legs.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,â€� I told Patch. “Want anything?â€�
“Nothing on the menu.�
I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Patch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my fingers around it. He kissed my knuckles. "I was going to give this back earlier, but it wasn't finished."

I opened my palm and held the ring up. The same heart was engraved on the underside, but now there were two names carved on either side of it: NORA and JEV.

I looked up. "Jev? That's your real name?"

"Nobody's called me that in a long time.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior.

Not that I wanted a look under his clothes.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.â€�

“She needed a ride.�

I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?�

“Not that kind of ride,â€� he said slowly.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.â€�

“That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been
homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“He sucked some of the rain from my bottom lip, and I felt his mouth smile against mine. He swept my hair aside and kissed me just above the collarbone. He nibbled at my ear, then sank his teeth into my shoulder. I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan.

“I love you,â€� he murmured into my hair. “I’m happier right now than I ever remember being.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“If anyone were to find out—â€� I began.

Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. “If I get caught, it’ll mean the end of kissing you. Do you really think I’d risk that?â€� His face grew serious. “I know I can’t feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions you’ve given me. There is no regret in that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."

He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence