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In Penelope’s bed.
Naked.
Holy shit, I’m naked in Penelope’s bed.
Panic freezes me for a moment, but then, the memories of last night come rushing back.
The fever.
Somebody banging on the door.
Penelope standing in the hallway.
The door closing on me.
Penelope’s room.
Her taking care of me.
Don’t leave me.
I glance down at the woman still sleeping soundly in my arms. There is a frown between her brows, and dark circles are visible under her eyes. She’s sleeping on top of the covers; her legs pulled to her chest, one arm tucked under her pillow, the other one extended, like even in her sleep, she was still reaching out for me.
Something swells in my chest, making my heart squeeze.
She stayed.
All night.
She took care of me, although she could have easily gotten sick herself.
But more importantly, she cared for me even when she found out the truth about me.
Not just that, she made sure I didn’t fail.
Lifting my hand, I gently skim my finger over her cheekbone. Her skin is silky smooth at the touch, her cheeks rosy.
What is it about this woman? She is unlike anybody I’ve ever met, and I don’t know what to do about her—how to feel about her.
I slide my fingers down, tracing her jaw, the underside of her lower lip. They’re slightly parted, softwhooshesof air tickling my skin.
It was supposed to be just her music. But the more I get to know her, the more I want her. Her smiles. Her laughter. Her scent. Her.
I want her.
Henry’s head pops up suddenly from behind Penelope. I pull back, startled by it. I completely forgot the dog was in the bed. He ignores me entirely and tilts his head to the side as if he’s listening to something.
I glance at the door—trying to figure out what his problem is, but I don’t hear anything—before turning my attention to the dog.
“Is somebody at the door?” I whisper.
The mutt looks at me, jumps off the bed, and goes for the door.
I glance down at Penelope, who doesn’t seem the least bit disturbed by the movement. Rubbing at my temples, I sit upright. My body feels stiff, and every muscle protests the movement as I push to my feet.
Henry looks over his shoulder as if he wants to tell me to hurry the fuck up. I glance around the room until my eyes fall down on my discarded boxers on the floor. Henry whines softly, so I grab and slide them on before opening the door for him, so he doesn’t wake up Penelope.
That’s when I hear it clearly—three loud knocks on the door.
