#crescendo

Nice try,' he murmured, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. I nibbled his lower lip. 'If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too.' 'I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora-grey #patch-cipriano #temptation

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

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #hush-hush #quote #food

I love you,Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life,only that you did. I don't remember all the things i did wrong. I remember what i did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #nora-gray #life

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #fallen-angel #good-things #life #patch

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fallen-angel #life #love #life

I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. I knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars from when he’d fallen once again replaced with wings—wings I, and every other human, couldn’t see. “Five dollars says you can’t do it again,” I said, coming up behind him. Patch looked back and grinned. “I don’t want your money, Angel.” “Hey now, kids, let’s keep this discussion PG-rated,” Rixon said. “All three remaining pins,” I challenged Patch. “What kind of prize are we talking about?” he asked. “Bloody hell,” Rixon said. “Can’t this wait until you’re alone?” Patch gave me a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table. “Aye, now you’re in trouble, lass,” Rixon shouted at me over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Patch. Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. “You got lucky,” I said. “I’m about to get lucky. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #nora #patch #rixon #experience

I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #scott #obsession

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#love #patch #love

Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. "You got lucky," I said. "I'm about to get lucky. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #cute #funny #get-lucky #hush-hush

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music. ↗

— Chögyam Trungpa

#enlightenment #humor #music #silence #silent-music