Without a Hitch

by Avery Maxwell

I’m breathless as she quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t glance away. Time stands still. The connection I feel with this woman makes my palms sweat.

As a general rule, I hate music. It’s a distraction I don’t have time for, but as she sings against my chest, I know I’ll be reliving this moment for a long time.

She pulls free from my grasp and places both hands on my cheeks. There’s a noticeable shift between us in this moment and my eyes burn. I’m startled to realize tears are forming at their corners.

“I know. If only you’d listen to me.” I’m listening, my sweet Pepper. Trust me, I’m listening.