![]() ![]() Now we’re in my childhood bedroom again, but it’s this Zach leaning over me this time, not the teenage Zach with his boyish features and floppy hair. I try to surface again, but Zach’s hands are on me, pulling me down, and now it’s not just the kiss. What it means to be a prisoner in a gilded cage. I thought I was a lost princess, locked up in a house with an evil father, needing to be saved by a white knight. ![]() Then, I was lost in a fairytale, overcome with hormones and teenage puppy love. A man that I want every bit as much, with a clarity that I didn’t have when I was younger. ![]() Strong arms, stronger than I remembered them. And every time I start to find my way up again, I feel Zach’s lips on mine, his hands on my waist, his body pressing against mine. I feel as if I’m underwater, struggling to get to the surface, to breathe. Just think of it as my birthday gift to you. ![]()
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