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through the door into the hallway.
    “Not color blind.” Avery answered as he stepped into the hallway next to Mason. “Master bathroom.” Avery said as he pushed the door open. Mason’s head snapped back.
    “And not a swimmer.” He whispered as he stepped into the bathroom. Avery hit the light switch and watched as Mason blinked rapidly, adjusting to the pure white brightness that surrounded him.
    “I beg your pardon?” Avery asked as he craned his neck so he could see Mason’s face.
    “The chlorine smell, I thought it was from a pool. But it’s bleach, it’s from here.” Mason explained as he took in the room around him. With the exception of the ceiling, every surface in the bathroom was white tile or glass. Half of the room was an open shower with an assortment of shower heads. Two glass basins sat on a glass counter with a glass shelf beneath. Mason squatted and picked up a bottle of cologne. “Six colognes, six shampoos, six conditioners, six lotions… Why six of everything?”
    “I like the number six. What do you mean by ‘The chlorine smell’?” Avery asked as Mason opened the cap and sniffed. He smiled as he set it back on the shelf with the others and rose to his feet.
    “Floris No. 127.” Mason murmured as he pushed open the door that led into Avery’s walk-in closet. “I wasn’t sure what it was but it drove me crazy. You smell incredible and there’s always a hint of chlorine. I thought it was because you were a swimmer but apparently, you’re really serious about keeping your bathroom…clean.” Mason’s voice died away as he took in the rows of clothes and shoes. Everything was hung, folded and lined up by color from dark to light, moving from left to right. “And the number six.” Mason whispered as he ran his hand over six identical grey v-neck sweaters. He turned and looked down into the laundry basket in front of the washer. “You fold your dirty clothes before you wash them?” He looked at Avery as if he were a new species. There it is, Avery thought sadly as he nodded. Mason shook his head as he looked around the closet one more time. “You know, you wouldn’t need this big ass closet if you didn't insist on having six of every damn thing.” Mason said as he went into the bedroom. Avery could only stare in shock as he followed. He’s taking this pretty well, he observed as Mason smiled over his shoulder. “So, this is where all the magic happens?” He asked as he went to the window and checked the view.
    “Magic? Hardly.” Avery snorted as he leaned against the wall. Mason winked as he lifted the white duvet then rolled his eyes at the white sheets.
    “Give it time. I’ve got a lot of tricks up my sleeve.” Mason said as he pulled the duvet back into place. “You know, everything shows on white.” He warned as he looked at the floating bedside table, missing Avery’s frown as he stared at the bed. Everything? He was about to ask about everything when Mason turned back to him and crossed his arms over his chest. “There’s nothing in here but a bed, two chairs, an alarm clock and an iPad. No shelves or drawers with nipple clamps or whips.” He sounded mildly disappointed but not at all alarmed. Relief and hope started to swell within Avery. He let his lips curve into a wicked smile.
    “You didn’t look under the bed.” He said. Mason’s eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees. Avery managed to hold it in until Mason looked up and scowled.
    “There’s nothing under here!” He exclaimed then jumped to his feet. Laughter exploded from Avery and he had to grab the door frame to keep from falling over. Mason waited patiently as Avery laughed until his stomach hurt. When he finally regained his composure he crossed the room and pulled Mason into his arms and hugged him.
    “I needed that.” He sighed as he pulled back and found Mason’s eyes. “Of course there’s nothing, that’s the point.” Avery said as he led Mason back into the hallway toward