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“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

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

“Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“He trapped my hand against his chest and yanked my sleeve down past my wrist, covering my hand with it. Just as quickly, he did the same thing with the other sleeve. He held my shirt by the cuffs, my hands captured. My mouth opened in protest.

Reeling me closer, he didn’t stop until I was directly in front of him. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter. My face was level with his. He fixed me with a dark, inviting smile. And that’s when I realized this moment had been dancing around the edge of my fantasies for several days now.

"Take off your hat," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

He slid it around, the brim facing backward.

I scooted to the edge of the counter, my legs dangling one on either side of him. Something inside of me was telling me to stop—but I swept that voice to the far back of my mind.

He spread his hands on the counter, just outside my hips. Tilting his head to one side, he moved closer. His scent, which was all damp dark earth, overwhelmed me.

I inhaled two sharp breaths. No. This wasn’t right. Not this, not with Patch. He was frightening. In a good way, yes. But also in a bad way. A very bad way.

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

"Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

My brain couldn’t process one logical thought. Patch’s mouth was roaming north, up over my jaw, gently sucking at my skin...

"My legs are falling asleep," I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all
through my body, legs included.

"I could solve that." Patch’s hands closed on my hips.”
― 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

“There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.”
― 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

“You admit you're doing this on purpose?"

"This?"

"This - provoking me."

"Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
― 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

“Are you keeping anything else from me?”

“I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”

“Like?”

“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“His hands slid up my neck, searing hot. Pressing his thumbs gently into my throat, he tipped my head back. I felt his lips come against mine so hard he stopped whatever name I'd been about to call him from coming out. His hands dropped to my shoulders, skimmed down my arms, and came to rest at the small of my back. Little shivers of panic and pleasure shot through me. He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip.

He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. "Did you just bite me?"

"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

“You’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come this year?”

“You.”
― 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

“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

“I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going 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 my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?” Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. “She’s game,” said Patch, bumping my leg again.

Of all things, I blushed.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You want me to list characteristics of a … ?”

“Potential mate, yes, that would be helpful..."
Without meaning to, I looked sideways at Patch. He was eased back in his seat, one notch above a slouch, studying me with satisfaction. He flashed his pirate smile and mouthed, We’re waiting.
I stacked my hands on the table, hoping I lookedmore composed than I felt. “I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Well, think fast.”

“Could you call on someone else first?”

Coach gestured impatiently to my left. “You’re up, Patch.”

Unlike me, Patch spoke with confidence. He had himself positioned so his body was angled slightly toward mine, our knees mere inches apart.
“Intelligent. Attractive. Vulnerable”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Religion?” I asked more firmly.

Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion … cult.”

“You belong to a cult?” I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn’t have.

“As it turns out, I’m in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I’d planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you’re ready now …”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”

My insides took a steep dive. “Like?”

“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you.” Patch braced one hand against the mirror behind me, his weight tipping toward me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.”

“About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden.

“That might be cute if you thought it was true.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You’re crowding me. I need— room.”...
What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush