It's my last year as a GSU Koala, and I've worked hard to become the hotshot goalie our fans know and love. I could go pro, but that's never been my end goal. I want to be a doctor, and I'm determined to get there.

I give hockey and school my all, which hasn't left much time for relationships. Not that I want one, since people always leave – a lesson I learned the hard way.

Despite my past, part of me is over quick hookups and the endless string of one night stands I've been entertaining for the past few years. Of course, it would help if I could stop dreaming about my summer fling. The man who had me calling him “Daddy” as if it was second nature. Who opened my eyes to things I had no idea I would love.

That's easier said than done when I see him again, in the last place I expect: as the newest professor at GSU.

Even though I'm not in any of his classes, he thinks I'm off-limits. Will I be able to convince him that a friends-with-benefits arrangement is just what we need to meet our mutual desires? If I do, what happens then?