" I like you in my bed,” Patch said. “I rarely pull down the covers. I rarely sleep. I could get used to this picture.”

“Are you offering me a permanent place?”

“Already put a spare key in your pocket.”

I patted my pocket. Sure enough, something small and hard was snug inside. “How charitable of you.”

“I’m not feeling very charitable now,” he said, holding my eyes, his voice deepening with a gravelly edge. “I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn’t feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn’t escape you and I didn’t want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you. "

― Becca Fitzpatrick , Silence (Hush, Hush, #3)