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A bottle of wine...okay, truthfully it was two...at dinner has made me a little emotional ball of mush. I change the tone of the evening...hit the brakes hard...and I hope that it hasn't disappointed Zach. "Was it? What you needed? I thought...earlier today I thought I wanted it hard and I still did...even at the restaurant but...we got back here and started to dance and kiss and...the tenderness felt so good..."

"I need... this might sound strange but I need what you need. Yes, there are times when I have a desire to get a little rough-- but I take pleasure in you. In giving you what you need. I wanted it hard too, earlier. And then when things shifted then I wanted to be gentle with you-- so-- you're what I need... the rest is-- just an added bonus I suppose, as long as I have you I have everything."

"Oh, Z..." I say softly. Maybe it is the wine...but I feel my eyes fill with tears. "I love you."

"I love you too," he says and kisses my lips.

I wrap my arms around him tightly. "I'm such a mess," I laugh.