Just one word, drifting in the air like a lost feather looking for a place to rest. But just that one word held more significance to me than a million poems ever written, a thousand love songs ever sung. Now that I let myself enjoy the moment, I found that it was easy. Too easy to lose myself in him, with him. “What do you want?” “Nothing,” he breathed and then stared at the zipper of my jacket. “This is metal? How does it work? Is it very difficult to undo?” Another question: How could a man not know about something as mundane as a zipper? A man would know…but someone not human wouldn’t. “Here. Try for yourself.” I guided his fingers to the zipper tab and realized something odd. “You’re shaking.” His brow furrowed in concentration as he drew the zipper down. He brushed the jacket off my shoulders, and his eyes widened. “You’re wearing something more!” He sounded both astonished yet offended at the same time, and I didn’t know if I should have laughed or pretended like I didn’t hear him.
