Head Above Water

by C.E. Ricci

“I just wanna unwrap my fucking present. Is that too much to ask?”

“You could always go at it prom dress style,”

“You forget I’m gay? I have no idea what that means.” His grin is devious as hell when he says, “Rip it off.” I manage a laugh before grabbing at each side of the zipper and yanking with every ounce of strength I have. Nothing happens. He sighs. “Well, that was anticlimactic.” “You can say that again.” I tug at it again for good measure, but still nothing.