I give him a skeptical look. “You want to show me your dick?”“If it’ll help convince you.” He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. “Come on, let’s go.

Hey, Noah?”“Yes?” he says sweetly.“Why do you call me Snowflake?”He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. “Because you’re just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you’ll be wet.

Dammit. I knew a four-hour erection wasn’t normal.

I want this girl. I want her for my own. End of story. The world can fuck off for all I care. She’s mine.

Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.