My Book Boyfriend: Noah Shaw

My Book Boyfriend is a addictably fun meme hosted by Missie over at The Unread Reader--read her introduction post here.

This week, I am totally swooning for Noah Shaw from The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer.



 <---  This is me. Yup, he is THAT amazing.

Oh Noah, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

• we-ll you are pretty darn attractive-- constantly messy  brown "bed hair", grey eyes, usually sporting a 5 o'clock shadow
• he defends a girl's honor
• perceived as a playboy at first who utilizes a lot of sexual innuendo
• BUT he is really super sweet as you get to know him more--plus he has a soft spot for animals!
• likes to help people
• and (oh geez, I know this sounds cheesy but....) he has layers! Like and onion! But in a totally good, lovable way of course.
• he is also quite mysterious for much of the book
• OH, and did I mention that he has a british accent?!

“You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you."

My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered.
Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.”

Mara: “Did I just see you litter?"
Noah: "I'm driving a hybrid. It cancels out.” 

“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.”
 

“You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'"
"Sorry," Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.”

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.