Character: Mara Dyer

- Don't you want me.
Noah threw back his head and laughed, deeply and freely. My cheeks crept a blush. I wanted to grab his throat.
- You have no idea what you're doing to me - he said and stood up. Last night I barely managed to keep away from you, though I've seen what you've been through this week. Although I know that you lying, after all I was told. And I will spend eternity in hell for the dream which saw about you on your birthday. But, if I could call this dream ago, I would have to spend in hell for two eternities.

- You're supposed to say: "All I want is to make you happy. I will do everything to make you happy, even if it means living without you."
"Sorry," Noah said. I'm just not so great people.

- I'm someone else.
"No," as if himself said Noah. And then: No, you're not someone else. You're the girl who called me a jerk during our first conversation. Who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned that I have more money than God. Who risked his ass to save a dying dog. Which made my chest hurt, was wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You're the girl I...
Noah paused, then stepped toward me.
- You're my girl, - he said simply and it was true.

- What the hell do you carry five thousand dollars?
- Actually eight. Today I had big plans. Prostitutes and drugs are not cheap, but I guess the animal sacrifice should help. Happy birthday to you.
"Thank you," calmly I replied.

- You're evil.
In response, Noah smiled, raised a finger and tapped the tip of my nose.
- And you are mine.

I wasn't crazy.
I was deadly.

- Lord, Mar. I think you're the only one who wants to bad people bad things?
- No, but I'm the only one who gets what he wants.

He had no idea what was happening, but played along with what is happening. She played along for me. Noah reckless, ready for anything. I loved him.
I loved him.

When all they look at you and wonder what you are capable of your vagina is not as exciting as someone may solve it.

- Why are you trying so hard to make me hate myself?
I don't hate me. I make me love.
He was damned for what's right.

- You know, I was warned about you.
And this poluulybki that I ruined, Noah replied:
- But you're still here.

What could I say?
"Noah, despite the fact that you're an asshole, maybe that's why I'd like to rip your clothes off and make children with you".
Shut up!