He's a jerk. I hate him. I never want to see him again. Unfortunately, that's not possible. Because we live together. Yup, that's right - Stratton Müller, German native and perennial campus playboy, is one of my housemates for the year. I never thought that we'd have anything in common… So what if we banded together against the other housemates that night? That doesn't mean anything at all. After this year, we'll just go back to hating each other. Right? There's no way I could ever fall in love with someone so arrogant and promiscuous. So why can't I stop thinking about him?

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