He watched her from the doorway. “You’re not going to open it?”
“Then leave it,” he said.
She looked up, smoke from his forgotten cigarette curling between them. “I like the moment before,” she said. “The zip. That’s the part you remember years from now. Not what comes after. Just the sound of something about to happen.” Cigarettes After Sex X--39-s Zip
He sat down next to her. Didn’t touch her. Just leaned close enough that she could feel the static off his sleeve. He watched her from the doorway