Becca Fitzpatrick

But strength doesn__ always mean brute force. You don__ have to kick ass to be a fighter. Violence doesn__ equal strength.

I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially in love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?""Nope. Your mattress, too."Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

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.

Since the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills__ike intelligence and physical prowess__ecause men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day._ He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. __inner equals survival, team.

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.

You don't happen to have a thousand dollars I can borrow?" "I don't have five you can borrow. My piggy bank is officialy anorexic.

Do you sleep naked?

What does __mm_ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across__rimal.__is smile tipped higher. __rimal.___ou__e impossible.___e Jev, you Nora.

Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone.""The whole night?"Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight."Dorothea?""Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully."Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. "She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.

Holy freak show!

What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.

Tacos.""Tacos?" I echoed.This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.""I know what a taco is!

Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

I called Vee."How are you doing?" I asked."Good. How are you?""Good."Silence."Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?""Totally.