#shaw

This changed nothing. Nothing at all. Noah Shaw was still a whore, still an asshole, and still painfully out of my league. This was my inner mantra, the one I repeated on a loop until Noah tilted his head and spoke. "You coming in?" Yes. Yes I was. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#noah-shaw #change

See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it. ↗

— Jaci Burton

#change

A toast to great sex and a man who knows what to do with his cock. ↗

— Jaci Burton

#change

You don't have to pick me up," I said in a rush. "Considering you have no idea where we're going and I have no intention of telling you, I'm quite sure that I do." "I can meet you somewhere centrally located." Noah sounded amused. "I promise to press my trousers before meeting your family. I'll even bring flowers for the occasion." "Oh, God. Please don't." I said. Maybe honesty is the best policy. "My family is going to screw with my life if you come over." I knew them far too well. "Congratulations-- you just made the prospect all the more enticing. What is your address? ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#family

Shaw's plays are the price we pay for Shaw's prefaces. ↗

— James Agate

#plays #price #shaw

There's nothing I want. There's nothing I can't do. I don't care about anything. No matter what, I am an imposter. An actor in my own life. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#life

In my rush, I hadn't tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn't care. "There," he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. "Now you won't fall." Too late. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#couples #love #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #ya

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. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#noah-shaw #the-unbecoming-of-mara-dyer #love

Wait," I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. "Where are you going?" "To read?" But I don't want you to. "But I need to go home," I said, my eyes meeting his. "My parents are going to kill me." "Taken care of. You're at Sophie's house." I loved Sophie. "So I'm...staying here?" "Daniel's covering for you." I loved Daniel. "Where's Katie?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Eliza's house." I loved Eliza. "And your parents?" I asked. "Some charity thing." I loved charity. "So why are you going to read when I'm right here? ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#humor #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #sexy #ya

Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption." Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?" "No." "Not many girls? Or not many boys?" "Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would. "How many?" "Why—" "I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?" My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One." At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear. "He was doing it wrong. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#kiss #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #sexy #ya