Occupation: Author Birth: February 3, 1979
I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissol….
Bout time," she huffed, but her voice sounded thick and emotional too."I was at the hospital all day yesterday, but they wouldn't let me see you. I b….
I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between..
Nope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?" Nora (p. 287).
Being nice? He’s being horny..
I'm yours, if you'll have me..
He nuzzles my neck affectionately. "I love you. I'm happier right now than I ever remember being..
The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev..
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes..
But instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings,….
What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.” He leaned f….
I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around..
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 ….
In the end, the only thing between us was silence..
He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked ….
There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.” “Sick?” Vee demanded. “How sick? What ….
...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking..
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.” “There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re sti….
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry..
You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward..
Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me..