What do you do when snowed in alone with an arrogant flirt?
For starters, don't walk in on him in the shower.
Too late.
I can't look away, and Noah loves the attention.
But it doesn't mean anything.
He's the guy who never goes home alone, and I'm the shy book nerd whose idea of a good time is staying late at the library and binging on red licorice.
Noah thinks I'm so forgettable that he can't remember my name, even though we share the same group of friends. So when the roads clear and our mutual friends finally turn up, including Eric, the sweet guy from my biology class, I'm determined to forget about water dripping off muscles and fists wrapped around...
But now Noah's acting differently. Sitting close to me, touching me, calling me by my actual name.
It's almost like he's jealous, but that's ridiculous.
Except, I swear the bathroom door was unlocked before I walked in.
Noah didn't leave it open on purpose...or did he?
