"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."
"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."
"I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again."
"I hate you,"I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know."
"Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real."
"Noah shifted on the bed, and the oddest crunching sound came underneath him. I looked, really looked, at the bed for the first time."What,"I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, "the hell?""You were convinced they were your pets,"Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. "You wouldn't let me touch them."