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**𝘼𝙎 𝙊𝙁 2025, 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿** 18-year-old Fallon Lawson has always led a life of few problems and little drama. He knows what he wants and more often than not, knows how to achieve it. That all changes when Fallon goes off to college. Despite his efforts to room with his boyfriend of four years, Matteo, a mix-up leads him to share a room with a tall, undeniably striking upperclassman by the name of Greyson Fuller. With his skin riddled with freckles, tattoos and vitiligo alongside his utterly distinctive heterochromia, Grey has Fal in a chokehold. When Fallon suspects he may be developing some non-platonic feelings toward his new roommate after a friendly meet-and-greet escalates into a night of drunken almost-sex, his previously trouble-free life suddenly becomes much more than complicated. One significant issue? Fallon isn't single. An even bigger one? Neither is Greyson. Copyright © 2024 CALLINGMEMAMAS

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