The call never came.

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So, I did what any major league hopeful reject would do: I went to the bar to escape my reality.

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When I locked gazes with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, I knew the night was going to be anything but normal.

Especially since I’d never been with a man.

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One night of passion left me questioning everything. It was supposed to be a random hookup but when I walked into my summer school course there he was, standing at the front of the room.

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My professor.

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Will Monroe catch me, or will he strike out?