I resolved that not only would I not give into her for the simple reason of 'not cheating', but also just to show her that she couldn't break me. Again.
Once I was back in bed, I tried my best to nurse my anger and disdain for the entire situation. Whether I realized it or not at the time, it was my only hope at drowning out my undeniably indecent desires.
The next morning, I again dragged my feet when getting out of bed. Carl warned me to be a more gracious host before she left for work. Grumbling a half-assed agreement, I fell back asleep. Each time I woke back up, I cringed at the thought of facing Mira. I wasn't positive that she'd really do anything… But I feared (hoped…) the worst.
As I did the night before, I tried to steel myself with anger. If I'm pissed off at her, I reasoned,
