“Why do you keep unicorn decorations at your apartment?” I say stronger. “I…probably need to tell you something.” Oh, god. He’s into pony play. Or unicorn horns. His bedroom is probably all glitter and rainbows and strap-on unicorn horns. I knew he was too good to be true. I picked him, didn’t I? “If you’re getting ideas about putting a saddle and reins on me, you can forget it, buster. Deal’s off.
