Mallory’s brain has always been one of the sexiest things about her. I have vivid memories of disrupting our study sessions during college with hungry kisses and loving bites just because I couldn’t watch her absorb the information in a book without wanting to devour her. And I’m pleased to find that my reaction to her intelligence hasn’t changed at all. If anything, it’s more acute now, demanding in a way that’s at direct odds with the control I’m trying to exercise.
