Zavier plops the box filled with miscellaneous clothes and toiletries on my bed. Stopping, he zeroes in on something at the bottom of the box. Gasping he pulls out a pair lacy black underwear I found him hoarding in his dresser. “You stole these!” He holds the lacy panties to his chest like they’re something precious. “That’s what I should be saying to you, mister.” He pockets them once again but I roll my eyes and let it go.
