Tuval Koren

“I laughed as I twisted to face him and raised my arm to hit in one move. He caught my wrist and my laugh caught in my throat. A mischievous grin curved my mouth as I raised my other hand to hit him. He reached over me and caught that wrist too, gently pinning my arms above my head as he straddled my hips. The space between us boiled my blood.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“Noah's eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the intimacy of us, eyes locked amid the scraping of twenty graphite pencils on paper.

I shaded his face out of nothingness. I smudged the slope of his neck and darkened his delinquent mouth, while the lights accented the right angle of his jaw against the cloudy sky outside. I did not hear the bell. I did not hear the other students rise and leave the room. I did not even notice that Noah no longer sat at the stool.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“That mouth. Smoking was a bad habit, yes. But he looked so good doing it.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“And just like that, I was completely, utterly, and entirely,
His.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer