“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.
