So there’s going to be a Dance Central 2 tournament in town on April 14… time to rep for my crew!
I’m going to take a mental picture, and burn you’re face with a match. :3
- Patch: "you're putting yourself in danger to get me back? Incase you forgot i'm not the one who called things off"
- Nora: "don't flatter yourself. This isn't about you."
- Patch: "i'm taking you home"
- Nora: "I don't want a ride. I don't need your help."
- Patch: "you're getting yourself in the Jeep, Even if I have to drag you inside, because you're not staying here. It's too dangerous."
- Nora: "you can't order me around."
- Patch: "and while you're at it , you're going to stop hanging out with Scott."
- Nora: "Don't do me anymore favours. I never asked, and I don't want you as my guardian angel anymore"
- Patch: "take it back, Take it back Nora!"
I laughed, but my expression quickly turned serious. Even with considerable concentration, I could
hardly remember what life had been like without Patch. At night, when I lay in bed, I could remember
with perfect clarity the low timbre of his laugh, the way his smile curved slightly higher on the
right, the touch of his hands—hot, smooth, and delicious on my skin. But it was only with serious
effort that I could pick up memories from the previous sixteen years. Maybe because those memories
paled in comparison to Patch. Or maybe because there was nothing good there at all.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I told Patch, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt and pulling him close.
“You’re mine, Angel,” he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck
higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. “You have me forever.”
“Swear you’ll never stop loving me,” I whispered.
Ever so slightly, he nodded.
I gripped his collar and pulled him against me, kissing him more fervently, sealing the promise between us. I locked my fingers between his, the sharp edge of the ring biting into our palms. Nothing
I did seemed to bring me close enough to him, no amount of him was enough. The ring ground deeper into my hand, until I was certain it had broken skin. A blood promise.
When I thought my chest might collapse without air, I pulled away, resting my forehead against his.
My eyes were shut, my breathing causing my shoulders to rise and fall. “I love you,” I murmured. “More than I think I should.”