My roommate, Seth, was studiously sexy.

Every shelf in our apartment overflowed with books on this type of science or that type of math. I couldn’t open a closet without seeing the spine of an advanced calculus textbook or a tome on interplanetary communications. Studying was Seth’s life. That was fine because I loved to study him. When he was bent over the kitchen table, curls in his eyes, glasses slipping down his nose, I found myself mentally tracing his features. He had a strong jaw, bright red hair and was damn fine-looking without seeming to know it. If he took those glasses off and stared at me the way he looked at his books, I would melt.

Up until last night, he only had eyes for science.

Fortunately, he had hands for something else. A little after midnight, I heard what were the... Read More