Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
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.
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.
You smell good, too,? said Patch It'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.