How am I supposed to sport this in front of anyone?! It’s as good as being naked!

I grab the zipper on the side and try to pull it down, only to realize in horror that it’s stuck. I try again, but it’s jammed.

“Damn it,” I mutter. “Will you just dislodge?!”

I’m trying to yank it down when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and it opens. “I forgot my wallet at the—Charlotte?”

Robert’s hair is sticking to his forehead, wet from the rain. His t-shirt is no better, ...