“You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”

“You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”

“Mara, if you're tired, I can hear it. If you're hurt, I can feel it. And if you lie, I will know it.”

“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.”

“I'll be gentle," Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me."You're evil.""And you're mine.”

“You're the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You're the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you're wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You're the girl that I--" Noah stopped, then took a step closer to me. "You are my girl.”

“But non of this matters, because you're not going to listen to your token black Jewish bi friend, are you?”