He’s such an awful idea.

This roommate thing is not going to work.

Kendra is a messy-haired, pajama-pants-wearing little ball of sass. The very first thing she does is definitely try to make friends with my arbitrary from the night time before-giving her all sorts of bad ideas.

I don’t date. I avoid words like partner, or I’ll text message you later. F*ck that. Romantic relationships aren’t for me personally. I’ll provide a woman a evening she won’t neglect, but once it’s over, I’m out.

I keep people at a distance, and I have my factors. But Kendra begins getting under my pores and skin. And when my life crashes and burns-literally-Kendra may be the only person I can count on.

I’m not built for associations, and Kendra is not a one evening stand. But coping with this woman sleeping one space away might just be the matter that kills me.

***Cocky Roommate is definitely a stand-alone hate-to-lovers roommate romance having a definite HEA. It includes mature language and content material, and is supposed for a mature audience. Fair warning, Weston is definitely a straight up a**hole. Or is definitely he?***