"Are you sleeping with my daughter?" Not the question I wanted to hear from my coach. The man holding my pro future in the palm of his hand. The answer: No, sir. The real answer: I'd sure as hell like to be. Marisa's been my best friend since third grade. And now she needs my help-and a place to stay. Senior year was supposed to be the year to keep some distance until the season finished and my draft prospects were safe. But resisting her is becoming impossible. Movie Thursdays under the blankets. Study sessions on my bed. Wild party nights where I kept any guy interested at bay with a single glare. Her dad can bench me