But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.
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.
Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.
Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.
The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.
This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.
Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.
You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.
I undress to impress - Patch
You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.