The First Time
by Peter A Schaefer
He surprised her the first time they had sex. After that, she watched him more closely. Now that she knew what to look for, she could see little irregularities, barely curiosities if she hadn't been suspicious. He brought his food into his mouth with his lips more than his fork, and he barely seemed to chew. His bathroom breaks were infrequent at best. He only ever smelled of his aftershave or deodorant, never of sweat or musk.
She confronted him after a week. "So, how long have you been pretending to be human?"
He froze. She'd had doubts, but for a moment he was too still to be human. "I, I don't, um." He stopped.