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“You smell good, too,” said Patch

It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”

Naked. I know the drill.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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

“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

“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

“I don't go out with strangers," I said.

"Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.”
― 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

“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

“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 my lips and Patch's grin deepened.
"More?" he asked.
I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“What good is a body if I can't have you?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Is everything a joke to you?” I asked.
He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. “Not everything.”
“Like what?”
“You.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“For the first time all day I felt safe.

Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.”
― 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

“I can't imagine why you're so interested."
He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone.

"I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. 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. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling me he’d give up everything for me. He already had.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—”

“Sure you do.”

“Well, you started it!”

Lovely. Very mature.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I squinted at the cue ball, then at the triangle of balls farther down the table.

“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.

I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”

“Five dollars.”

I felt him give a soft shake of his head.

“Your jacket.”

“You want my jacket?”

“I want it off.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.

“Kiss you.”

“That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter.

“No, but it made you blush.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.”

“Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me.

“When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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. It wasn’t a question, but a warning. 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 my lips and Patch’s grin deepened.

“More?” he asked.

I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer.

“More.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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. “I haven’t lost the ability to feel emotion.” He watched me closely. “Let me put it this way. Our emotional connection isn’t lacking.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.”
― sara gruen, Water for Elephants