watch her throat work its way through a swallow when I trail the pads of my fingertips down the soft curve of her spine, taking my time finding her zipper. I slip my fingers into the fabric, letting my knuckles graze against her lower back. I’m sure to keep a connection the entire time I slowly pull the zipper closed, and don’t lose contact when both hands smooth over the now closed dress, wrapping around her hips and pulling her back to me.
