Keeping Mr. Ever After by Annie K.

Getting dumped via text on my first day as a high school teacher wasn’t the ideal way to start my morning. Neither was getting hit on by one of my students. It was all a ridiculous wreck, until the beautifully single Mr. Drake McCain found me hiding in the dark in my classroom. Sixty seconds later, he had me laughing and I kind of couldn’t stop staring at his lips.
Drake isn’t complicated. He’s sweet and kind and insanely adorable. The chemistry between us? It’s there in spades. One moment we’re making out in a locked janitor’s closet, and the next I can see myself eating pancakes with him every Sunday morning for the rest of my life.
I believe in fairy tales and happily ever afters, and maybe the search for Prince Charming is over.
Cue the reality check in the form of one bad decision made six weeks ago.