It started with a book. Nate had always liked the quiet of the university library. It wasn’t the books that drew him in — not really — but the stillness. That afternoon, though, stillness turned electric when he walked in. Tall. Smooth brown skin. A grey T-shirt that hugged every muscle like it had a crush. He moved like he owned the floor and didn’t even know it. Nate stared over the rim of his laptop, pretending to scro...