Ava knows she should stay away from him. She is nineteen, finally in her first year of college, and already counting down the days until she can move out for good. But her second semester comes with an unexpected complication. Her mom’s new husband, the one she secretly resents, the one who moved into their house just four months ago, is now also her literature professor. Nathan Blake. Thirty-four. Ex-military. Now a part-time college teacher with his sleeves always rolled up and a voice that cuts deeper than it should. He is calm. Stern. Disciplined. He calls her Miss Hart in class like they do not share the same kitchen every morning. Like she did not just see him with a towel slung low on his hips and wet hair from the shower. “You can’t look at me like that here,” he mutters after class, his voice tight. She leans in, teasing. “Then stop looking back.” Nathan lives by rules. Boundaries. Schedules. He does not take risks and he never loses control. But Ava is temptation in bare legs and smirking eyes. She walks around their house in crop tops with no bra. She leaves her bedroom door cracked just enough. She turns homework into flirtation and every glance into a dare. She wants to see what it takes to make him crack. “You know I’m not a kid,” she whispers late one night, reaching for a glass just as he does. Their fingers brush. Her gaze lingers. “You don’t have to pretend you don’t notice me.” His voice is clipped. “I’m your teacher.” Her smile sharpens. “And that’s why you keep staring?” He should not want her. Not in class. Not at home. Not even in his thoughts. But when her mom leaves for a weekend yoga retreat, everything he has tried to bury starts to rise to the surface. It starts with silence. Then tension. Then a look that lasts too long. “You need to stop,” he says, breath catching as she steps into his space. “Then stop me,” she says, her lips close to his. He doesn’t. Teach Me Right is a forbidden romance built on temptation, restraint, and the slow ache of desire. Nathan is the man who was never supposed to see her like this. Ava is the girl who was never supposed to get this close. But now he is the one who gives her grades and tries not to imagine what she sounds like when she moans. “I bet you dream about it,” she says, voice soft in the dark. He closes his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re doing.” She does. She wants to ruin him. And he is already halfway gone.