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I’m in trouble.
A quick and dirty hookup with the hunky mechanic I just met is bad enough.
But when that God-like twenty-year-old turns out to be a student in my English class, I know it’s about to get much worse.
Pax Smith isn’t just the star player on the rugby team at Florence U and the hottest man I’ve ever been with. He also has a dark sordid past, and it’s written in the deep scars all over his face.
Not to mention—he’s in the closet.
Which means I have his secret. And he hates that.
What started as a one-time thing has turned into something neither of us were ready for.
And I’m not ready to let this wounded bully go.
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