He is North Boston University star running back and a notorious bachelor and also the one person I would murder if I thought I could get away with it. But now he is my roommate. I used to think I loved him but now I think I hate him. He doesn't remember who I am, or the fact that he made my life miserable for years.
I have spent years trying to move on and chasing my dream of becoming a tattoo artist and ignoring the frat house full of football players across the street, the same house that serves me as a reminder of all of the things that I want to forget. But when a disaster forces me to leave my home I have no option other than to accept his offer of staying with him rent-free until mine is fixed.
Living across the street from him was one thing and living with him is a completely different story. His charm, his grin and his confidence is ridiculously hard to ignore. I refuse to let him go skiing AGAIN. He broke my heart once and I refuse to let it happen again.