“How did you get my number?" I blurted, before I could stop myself."It's called research." I could hear him smirking over the phone."Or stalking."Noah chuckled. "You're adorable when you're bitchy.""You're not," I said, but smiled despite myself.”
“How do you know when you're God?" "When I pray to him I find I am talking to myself.”
“I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--”
“So who's lucky number three?No answer.I turn around to look at him again.No.He grins. Now I get it, I tell him. You're stalking me.”
“I was warned about you, you know."And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway.”
“What is Hell like?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Damn my curiosity. "You've never been there?" He eyed me suspiciously. Yeah, I went to Hell every summer for vacation.”