Weston Hale—It’s never fun to get called to the coach’s office, especially not when it’s with the threat of losing your scholarship if you don’t get your history grade up. I thought it would be easy enough to go to the professor and ask for extra credit. What I wasn’t expecting was Darcy Sinclair—the professor’s son and my new tutor. He’s smart and sarcastic, and truthfully? Kind of gorgeous when he’s going on about the French Revolution. Objectively speaking, of course. When I start teaching him football, things… change. I’ve never been attracted to a man before, but I’m falling fast. I can only hope he’s falling with me. Darcy Sinclair—Tutoring is what I do. It’s what I’m good at. Plus, it’s great practice for when I get my doctorate and become a history professor like my dad. Weston Hale is no different from anyone else. Sure, he’s wildly attractive, and he reads classic romance novels, and he’s genuine and deep in a way that totally disarms me, but it’s no big deal. I can do my job without falling for him. Easy. Only, I keep catching him staring at me, and the way he explains football has me entranced, and I’m finding that maybe I won’t have much of a say in the matter. My small crush is growing out of control. I can only hope the fall doesn’t hurt.