' The Wrong Kind of Right // MxM

' The Wrong Kind of Right // MxM

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WARNINGS: age gap (37x18) bad language mxm fighting blood Blake Hues is the kind of senior who laughs his way through life, loved by everyone except the one teacher who never lets him slide: Mr. Presley. At thirty-seven, Presley is steady, engaged, and impossible to read, yet Blake can't ignore the way something warm flickers behind his eyes when their worlds collide. What starts as sharp words and stricter grades shifts into quiet moments that feel charged in a way neither of them should let happen. Blake knows Mr. Presley is taken. Mr. Presley knows Blake is his student. The line between them is real, and crossing it would break more than rules. Still, the air between them hums with the kind of longing that feels like a dream you're not supposed to touch... but can't quite let go of
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Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

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