His eyes fluttered open, and Roger smirked, it was almost natural how perfectly Zach’s slender, feminine frame fit in his arms and betrayed all truths to his real body. Adjusting himself to allow the blond’s leg to cross over his lap, Roger’s hand dropped from Zach’s face and once more settled around the slim waist. Worrying his bottom lip, a small sigh escaped. “…Zach… you’re still you.” The statement came out softly, huskily, as though Roger had constrained himself from uttering this fact.