\nMy new roommates are two pro hockey players. \n \nFirst, my f-boy of an older brother, and second, his seriously hot best friend (who I seriously hate). \n \nThis was a last resort. \n \nNo one should be sleeping on a futon that smells like Cheetos and hot sweat. \n \nBut here I am, trying to get my life together.\n \n \n\n \nTristan Stiles is the bane of my existence.\n \nHe never wears a shirt. \n \nWe can't seem to stop fighting. \n \nHe's an arrogant playboy with a filthy reputation. \n \nSure, I had a crush on him when I was fourteen but that was a long time ago. \n \nI know better than to trust him.\n \n \n\n \nI just need to survive long enough to find a new job and get a new place.\n \nAnd not accidentally let Tristan show me exactly how well deserved his reputation is. \n \n \n\n