I woke up to an empty apartment, and things just got worse from there. My roommate took everything, even my epic purple couch. Rent coming due means Iâm desperate, but not desperate enough for Travis freaking Westmister to live with meâŠthat is, until my brother convinces me his best friend and my mortal enemy is my only hope. Now the man I gave my v-card to before he disappeared is parading around my house shirtless, toned, tanned, and ripped. Oh, God, I will not go there. He broke my heart, and I hate his gutsâexcept heâs not who I thought he was at all. Now I canât cross the line because then I wonât have a roommateâplus me and my virginity hate him. Donât we?