Call Me Patch. I Mean

I Already Know My Size. I Don't Need Reminding.

You Keep Life On A Short Leash.” “what’s That Supposed To Mean?” “you’re Scared Of What You Can’t Control.

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?

For The First Time All Day I Felt Safe. Except That Patch Had Cornered Me In A Dark Tunnel And Was Possibly Stalking Me. Maybe Not So Safe.

I Got A New Job.” Patch Locked Eyes With Me, And I Warmed In A Lot Of Places. In Fact, I Was Dangerously Close To Feverish.