#hush

"You smell good, too,” said PatchIt’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”Naked. I know the drill."

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

"Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!"[...]"I get that you're angry—,"said Patch."I am ripped apart!"I shouted."

"All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you."