Ava’s POV"Rule number one," Mason declared, slamming a pad down onto the living room coffee table. "No eating my low-fat Greek yogurt. If I catch anyone touching my protein tubs, I am levying a financial penalty on your monthly utility contribution.""Rule number two," Theo chimed in from the couch, adjusting his vintage camera strap. "No loud sex sounds after midnight. Some of us are trying to edit indie film footage in peace."I sat in the armchair, my knees pulled up to my chest, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled out of my throat. "Is this a house meeting or a court trial?""It's a survival protocol, Ava," Mason said with absolute seriousness, though his eyes were dancing with amusement. "We have five different majors, two athletes, an artist, a filmmaker, and Caleb."Caleb, sitting in the corner with his noise-canceling headphones resting around his neck, didn't even look up from his laptop. "I just want people to wash their dish
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