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。