All the lights were dimmed, save for some red and green mood setters that illuminated the walls behind the bed. Mateo’s impressive desktop setup was on and streaming, tiny icons hopping up and down where a video window was open. At the foot of the king-sized mattress sat a tripod with a giant circular light pointed down at the bed. It was what was happening on the bed that left Frankie and I speechless. “Oh, shit.” Mateo looked up and caught us standing in the door, shocked we’d actually pushed our way inside. Nat was on all fours in front of him, that skin tight Mrs. Claus corset unbuttoned
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