The Realm of Literacy

I climbed the porch after him and found him at the door. I watched, divided between confusion and escalating concern, as he drew a set of familiar keys from his pocket and inserted my house key into the bolt. I lowered my handbag down my shoulder and unzipped the compartment where I stored my keys. They weren't inside.

'Give me back my keys,' I said, disconcerted at not knowing how my keys had come into his possession.

'You dropped them in the arcade when you were hunting for your cell,' he said.

'I don't care where I dropped them. Give them back.'

Patch held up his hands, claiming innocence, and backed away from the door. He leaned one shoulder against the bricks and watched me step up to the lock. I attempted to turn the key. It wouldn't budge.

'You jammed it,' I said, rattling the key. I dropped back a step. 'Go ahead. Try it. It's stuck.'

With a sharp click, he turned the key. Hand poised on the handle, he arched his eyebrows as if to say May I?

I swallowed, burying a surge of mutual fascination and disquiet
He stole her fucking keys, he fucks with her keys so only he can open her house, and that's after all the shit she's been through that day, which I'm gonna assume is all Patch mindraping her... I want to kill that little shit. Slowly. Painfully.
Patch brings Nora over for a hands-on taco-making lesson
Please don't tell me that's an euphemism.

I wanted to kiss him. Right now
I want to kill him. Right now.

AUGH DO NOT WANT! You're not the only one getting rape-y vibes from that.