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Sara
After that night, it becomes even harder to resist Peter’s efforts to insinuate himself into my mind and heart. I don’t know if he thinks his revelations terrified me and is seeking to make up for it, or if he simply senses my resolve wavering, but he becomes impossibly more attentive toward me, pampering and indulging me beyond belief.
Everyone except me has chores. Peter does most of our cooking, and the other guys are in charge of laundry and keeping the house spotlessly clean. I help with the laundry anyway, so I don’t feel like a total slug, but Peter doesn’t require it from me, and other than that time when I threw the plate, I haven’t had to touch a vacuum or do anything else that I don’t feel like doing.
On top of that, anything I want is mine—within the confines of my
