I had a perfectly reasonable crush on my sweet, pretty roommate. Unfortunately, Chase Walker had apparently appointed himself Noah’s personal bodyguard—and decided I was the threat. Then Noah climbed into my bed, tipped up my chin, and proved there was absolutely nothing innocent about him. That should’ve settled things. Except I kissed Chase to shut him up. Apparently, that was his first kiss. Now one roommate keeps sneaking into my bed, the other wants another chance at my mouth, and the campus gossip page is having the time of its life. They both want me to choose. Honestly? I think they should learn to behave first.