#dye

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

I was warned about you, you know." And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

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

Rubbish. The Taj Mahal is only a hundred eighty-six square feet. This house has twenty-five thousand." I stared at him blankly. "I was kidding," he said. I stared at him blankly. "All right, I wasn't kidding. Let's go, shall we.?" "After you, my liege. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#noah-shaw #kids

My father might be right. If I lost Noah, I might just lose my mind. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#michelle-hodkin #noah-shaw #the-evolution-of-mara-dyer #evolution

Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it. Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused. "No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity. "I guess you nailed me then. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#mara-dyer #noah-shaw #humour

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand. ↗

— Saul Bellow

#call #dyed #hand #her #own

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

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

I've never dyed my hair, never fixed my teeth or gotten a tan. ↗

— Kat Dennings

#fixed #gotten #hair #i #never

I had a lot of dates but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#decided #dye #eyebrows #had #home