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We discussed the first night we shared a bed...and how Zach's emotions were muddled. He wanted me to stay...and yet he also wanted to push me away. He feared that I wouldn't love him when I saw the dark as well as the light in him. I love it all. He asked me to make love to him...and even though he allowed himself to lose control with me tonight...I will not...will never...do the same.

I dip my head and kiss him softly...as I slowly enter his body. "God, Zach..."

"I-- I love you..."

"I love you, Zachary..." I whisper as I start to move...a slow, gentle rhythm. I hold his face in my hands, stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. "So fucking much..."

"Chris..."

"It's okay, baby...I have you..."