#fitzpatrick

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#becca-fitzpatrick #fly #hush #nora-grey #patch

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush #nora #patch #meaning

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#becca-fitzpatrick #hush #nora-grey #patch #quote

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fitzpatrick #grey #gumdrop #hush #nora

I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242) ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora-grey #patch-cipriano #silence

I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's a very private, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes." I heard the smile in his voice. "You want me bad. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#finale #funny #hush-hush #love #nora-and-patch

I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled ' Jerk ' on the first line. On the line beneath it I added, ' Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#funny #humor #hush-hush #patch-and-nora #funny

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. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#funny #hush-hush #kiss #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #cute #hush-hush #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder." "I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #cute #hush-hush #nora-and-patch #nora-grey