"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're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry,"Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person."
"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."
"Have you made any other friends since we've been here?"I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually.""Who? I want a name.""Jamie Roth.""The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable.""That was one incident."