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Nobody laughs.

Carol’s smile doesn’t waver. “These agreements are designed to prevent conflicts before they arise. First rule—no overnight guests of a romantic nature.”

My eyes flick to Grant. He’s staring at the wall like it’s fascinating.

“Define romantic,” Jordie says.

Carol blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“Like, what qualifies as romantic? Does making out count? Or is it just full penetrative—”

“Dickson.” Grant’s voice is flat. “Shut up.”

“I’m just asking for clarification. Because if I meet a smoking hot co-ed who’s down to f—”

“No overnight guests,” Carol repeats, her smile straining. “Of any nature that could be considered… intimate.”

“So no sex,” I say. Might as well be direct about it.

Carol’s face goes pink. “Correct.”

“In our own rooms?” Jordie leans forward. “Or like, anywhere in the house? Because that seems—”

“Anywhere in or around the premises.”

Wyatt snorts. “Good luck enforcing that.”

Carol’s smile is definitely cracking now. “Second rule. All residents must remain fully clothed in shared spaces.”

I think about Grant shirtless last night. Jordie with no shirt during the underwear incident. The way my body reacted to both.

“Define fully clothed,” Jordie says.

“Oh my—” I press my fingers to my temples. “Can we just agree to wear pants in the kitchen?”

“I don’t wear pants in the kitchen.” Jordie grins at me. “Fair warning.”

“Please wear pants,” Carol says weakly.

“Boxers count, right?” Jordie asks.

Grant’s jaw ticks. “You’ll wear pants. Or I’ll make you wear pants.”

“Kinky,” Jordie stage-whispers to me.

I bite back a laugh. Can’t give him the satisfaction.

“Quiet hours,” Carol continues, clearly desperate to move on. “Ten PM to seven AM. No loud music, no parties, no—”

“No sex,” Jordie finishes. “Got it. Which for the record is fucking horrible. Does that include getting my dick s—”

Grant coughs loudly to drown out Jordie’s last question.

ThankGod.

Wyatt’s leg is bouncing faster now. “Can we speed this up?”

“Almost done.” Carol’s smile is hanging on by a thread. “No touching each other’s food or belongings without permission. You are to provide a forty-eight-hour notice for any gatherings—”