Ccisneross

“Does Patch have a restraining order against him?' he read. 'Is Patch a felon?'

'Give-me-that!' I hissed furiously.

Patch gave a soft laugh, and I knew he'd seen the next question. 'Does Patch have a girlfriend?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us.

"Interesting.Yours?"

"Not so much."

"Homework was brutal,huh?"

He was making fun of me. "I didn´t do homework."

He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless for a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open.

"Was that an innuendo?"

"Just curious what my competition is."

"Grow up."

His smile stretched. "Loosen up.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two.

"That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch.

"Then ans-s-swer it."

His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that."

I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

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