GAVIN Growing up in small-town Idaho, nobody told me liking guys was an option. Church on Sundays, football on Fridays, and girls on your arm at homecoming, that was the script. But here on the West Coast, watching my best friend all loved up with his boyfriend, I'm suddenly noticing things like how the barista's forearms flex when he makes coffee. I need a tutor, someone out and proud who can teach me the basics. Someone who knows the ropes, who won't judge me for being twenty-three and clueless about my own damn sexuality. SEBASTIAN Medical school requires ridiculous courses that have nothing to do with saving lives. Organic chemistry? Easy. Public speaking? Kill me now. My professor insists I need a tutor, and the guy he sends? Six-foot-four of pure muscle with the IQ of a golden retriever. He wants to make a deal. He'll guarantee I pass this nightmare class if I teach him how to be gay. How to be gay. Like, there's a handbook, but my entire future depends on not vomiting during presentations, so fine. What's the worst that could happen? A sunshine/grumpy MM romance featuring one confused golden retriever jock, one stressed future doctor, meddling frat brothers, and homophobic parents who really should've called first. HEA guaranteed.