Mickey Miller

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Imagine: You arrive to college on the first day, ready to meet your roommate in the girl's dorm. A huge mistake puts you into the male dorm. Your roommate? He's DJ Dalton, football star and campus celebrity extraordinaire. You can look, but you can't touch. Because the prettiest packages come with the biggest consequences... Is he panty-meltingly handsome with an attitude to match? Sure. Do I accidentally fantasize about him one (okay, maybe two) times? Fine, I'm honest enough to admit it. None of that matters, because we're opposites in all the ways that are important for getting along as college roommates: He comes from a perfect life and old money. I come from a broken home and bowls of ramen. He's at Greene State to party. I'm here to study. He's a popular jock. I wouldn't be caught dead playing sports. To say we get off to a rocky start would be an understatement. Ironically, that's what causes our sizzling attraction to boil over one night. But even that comes at a price. Because our story has a twist neither of us could see coming. One that changes both of our lives, 'till death do us part.