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Zander reached for my hand. “I wanna show you something.”
“Is this gonna be a sweet, spiced rum drink?” I said, wiping my hand on my jeans before holding his hand.
“No, I wanna show you what I’m into,” he said.
“Episodes of Hoarders?”
“I have a ball gag somewhere,” he said.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He chuckled. “Come on.”
We waded through boxes until we came to a door. I didn’t know if I could’ve anticipated what was behind it. It was unlike any bedroom I’d seen before, and I’d seen my share of bedrooms.
