AM

Roman Calloway only needs one stupid humanities credit to graduate. Intro to Philosophy is supposed to be easy. When he sees the syllabus, he’s already planning to drop it—until he sees the twenty-six-year-old professor teaching it. Now Roman suddenly has perfect attendance. He doesn’t care about philosophy. He doesn’t care about the readings. And he definitely doesn’t need another A for his already-perfect GPA. He just wants her. Unfortunately, {Y/N} has spent years building the career she’s finally getting to start, and sleeping with the cocky, ridiculously attractive senior hockey player who won’t stop flirting with her would be an objectively terrible decision. Roman has never been particularly bothered by terrible decisions.