"Why?' He asked.'Why what?' What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I'd like to rip off your clothes and have your babies. Don't tell."
"You smell good,"he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?""Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon."
"I hate you,"I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know."
"You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection."
"In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care. “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”Too late."
"He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real."