“I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?"I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?”

“Do you want to tell me why I'm getting the silent treatment?' He asked gruffly, his breath hot on my ear. I hunched up my shoulders, pulling away. His voice had an effect on my body and I didn't want him to know that. 'I'm talking to you.''Barely.''I've got a lot on my mind.''Do you want to talk about it?''When have I ever wanted to talk about it?”

“Don't do that Echo." "Don't do what?" He clutched my hand and gently rubbed his fingers over it. "Be scared of me." Noah sat up a little and i sank low enough to rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm not scared of you." What you do to my body, maybe, but not you.”

“I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.”

“You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears.""That's why I spoke. I wanted to let you know you were not alone before you did something--something worse.""Like what?""Whatever women do when they think they're alone.”

“How did you know my size?""While you were in the shower yesterday, I browsed around."......"Jason, that's not okay. You were snooping in my closet?" He looked at me incredulously "I wouldn't call it snooping. I call it doing my homework.”