From the outside looking in, I live a charmed life: hockey legend for a father, my own promising future in the league, a great family, awesome friends。 It’s not untrue, but it’s not quite that simple either。
My dad’s advice has always been to make hockey my number-one priority—at least until I make it to the pros。 So, going into my senior year of college, I have a plan。 I’ll put in the effort required to pass my classes, play hockey like my life depends on it, and avoid relationships。 All I have to do is stay focused on the end game, and I’ll walk away with a degree and into a career in the NHL。
It should be easy。
But when a woman literally floats into my dock, just before summer ends and my senior year begins, I can’t resist one last hookup。 What harm could a one-night stand do? It’s not like we even exchanged numbers。
Everything is fine until I run into her on campus。
It’s a big school。 I should be able to avoid her。
Except she happens to be in my class。
And she’s not a student。
She’s my professor。