Have you ever had a man who wanted to make a meal out of you? Get ready for insta-deliciousness.
Crisp white shirt.
Fluorescent glare from his watch as he adjusts his tie.
He looks smart. He might be. Whoever he is.
But it’s the guy behind him on his knees plugging in a vintage IBM who is the smart one.
Like, really smart. If he wasn’t, they wouldn’t call him so much to fix what they can’t.
Did I mention he’s a genius?
Did I mention the things he can do with―never mind.
He drives a sensible car. He’s nice to his sister. He can look after himself.
But even with poor impulse control, he worships me.
Even when his brain is firing off in a hundred different directions, he still breathes for me.
What’s a girl to do when faced with such devotion?
You don’t let go. Ever.
No matter what all your good sense tells you.