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.