She grinned and leaned toward him. Their mouths met and clung warmly, and it felt so good. She put her hand on his cheek and drew back. Love and laughter lit up his eyes.

"I just have to ask, though,” he said. “Is there anything else you need to confess to me? Please tell me now. I can't take any more surprises. Sex decoy jobs, Klub Kink and black leather, male roommates..."

"Well ... there is one thing..."

"Oh God. What?"

She paused. “I don't really like beer."

There were a few heartbeats of silence.

Zach looked at her half-empty bottle, and then back to her face.

"You don't like beer?” he asked in stunned confusion. “How can that be?"

She moved her shoulders. “I just don't like it. Well, the truth is, it's kind of growing on me. A little bit."

He still looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"But you've been drinking beer all the time. Ever since we met."

She nodded, biting her bottom lip uncertainly. Please don't let him be really mad, she thought. This can't be that big a deal.

Then a smile slowly spread across his face. “I guess that shows how much you really love me,” he said, his dark eyes twinkling, and a wave of such intense relief washed over her that she actually giggled girlishly.

"Oh, yeah.” And despite their location, she climbed onto his lap, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him with all the love and passion and trust she had for him.