Zach pulled back a little bit for his drink. And as Tracey continued to speak, he blew across the top of it, to cool it down. They always burned his tongue right away. But he still used the mug to warm his hands. That felt lovely.
"Exactly," Zach agreed, "I want it to be all of that, something that will always have meaning to me." He sighed a little, "I haven't found any like that yet. Still naked." He meant his skin.