Emerson Beckett has always done things on his own. Ever since his family disowned him for coming out, he’s had no one but himself to rely on. Now in his final year at the University of California, he just wants to finish his English degree, play music with his band, and graduate in peace. But when he's forced to share a dorm with Adam Pierce—the school's star football player—his carefully controlled life starts to spiral.

Adam has one goal: the NFL. His entire future depends on his performance, both on the field and in the classroom. But when his failing grades land him on the bench, he has no choice but to accept tutoring from his insufferable new roommate. Emerson is the last person he wants help from, but a late-night study session changes everything. One kiss leads to another, and soon, they’re caught in a secret they can’t escape.

But Adam's father—the key to his football career—is a homophobic powerhouse, and their time together has an expiration date. The deal is simple: stay together until graduation, then walk away. But what happens when walking away isn't an option anymore?

I KISSED MY TUTOR 

BOOTS IN BED


Emerson's PoV.
I blink awake, waking up two minutes before my alarm clock would start blaring. I leave it on, just in case I fall back asleep, as I don't have the urge to even move my head from the pillow.
Maybe I could catch another hour or two of sleep. I feel like I fucking have sand in my ...

  

Emerson's PoV.

I blink awake, waking up two minutes before my alarm clock would start blaring. I leave it on, just in case I fall back asleep, as I don't have the urge to even move my head from the pillow.

Maybe I could catch another hour or two of sleep. I feel like I fucking have sand in my ...

THE REUNION? (1)

NEW ROUTES 

ROOMMATE 

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND 

TAKE EVERYTHING ELSE 

NO FUCKING WAY 

HAD IT COMING 

ABOVE AND BEYOND 

MEETINGS, MEETINGS 

I CAN'T FOCUS 

CRASH AND BURN 

THE REUNION? (II)

A PUNCH TO THE FACE 

THE LOVE DOCTOR 

APOLOGIES IN THE DARK 

THUNDERSTORM 

OF OLD JACKET 

FUCKING FAG

TESTS 

POETRY 

PAINTING 

THE COUPLE'S GIG

BRAD?