Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
The silence is deafening and it fills me with unease. I don’t know what to say to him, how to act. Once there is a kitchen table between us and I have some clothing on my body, I’ll feel better about whatever conversation we probably need to have.
“I’m kind of awake and ready to start the day. I’ll get coffee going—”
“We need to talk and might as well get it out of the way,” he says simply.
I squeeze my eyes shut. He wants to lay out the rules before I roll out of bed. Or perhaps here comes the kiss-off—it was all a mistake. It can’t happen again.
I preempt him. “We could probably both use some space.”
Something rumbles in Penn’s chest—maybe a scoff of dismissal? “I don’t think space is what we need right now.”
That’s even more confusing and I can’t stand not being able to see the expression on his face, so I push against his tight hold and roll toward him. Our faces are close, his green-gold eyes staring at me intently. I swallow nervously. “What do we need, Penn?”
He exhales gently, like it physically hurts to admit what he’s about to say. “I’m not sure. I’ve spent my entire adult life keeping people at arm’s length. No attachments, no expectations. Easier that way. Safer.”
“Then yesterday happened,” I whisper.
He nods slowly, jaw clenched. “Then you happened,” he clarifies with what sounds like a bit of frustration.
“Do you regret it?”
“No.” His response is firm, leaving no doubt, but there is uncertainty in his eyes. “But I’m fucking confused, Mila. Everything I thought I wanted—solitude, distance—got blown apart in one damn afternoon. I don’t know how to navigate this. Or you.”
My chest squeezes, heart pounding. “I’m just as lost as you are. I didn’t plan any of this either.”
His hand lifts as if he wants to touch my face but drops again, as if he lost confidence. “I’m trying to think rationally right now. Trying to acknowledge why this is a bad idea. Trying to convince myself to put the walls back up, to send you away. But the truth is… I don’t want to.”
“Why?” It’s barely audible, as I’m afraid to shatter whatever fragile honesty he’s offering.
“Because you’re the only person who ever truly had my back. You risked everything for me all those years ago, and I don’t think I ever really appreciated it. Even though it pissed me off, you trusted me enough to stand by my side against your brother and the others. No one’s ever committed to me like that.” He murmurs. “It makes me want to fight for you too.”
My vision blurs, tears pricking my eyes, but I blink them away. “I’m so sorry about the news article. I never did it to hurt you, and I did try to stop it.”
His palm presses against my cheek and his lips curve slightly upward. “I know. Still a little mad, but I get why you did it, and if I were in your shoes, I’d probably have done the same thing.” He leans in, forehead touching mine and it’s such a pure, sweet expression of trust and vulnerability that my heart fully submits to him. His words are soft, hesitant. “Where do we go from here?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “But I want to find out.”
He exhales slowly, leaning back to stare at me again. “Are you sure? I don’t come with guarantees, Mila. I’m still figuring out how to be this version of myself. The version that’s capable of letting someone in.”
“I don’t need guarantees, Penn.” My words come out soft, steady, with conviction I didn’t know I possessed. “I just need honesty. From both of us.”
He stares at me, eyes intense, searching for something. Finally, he nods. “I can do honesty. But I don’t know what this is between us. I’ve never had a real relationship before, and I don’t even know how to share my life with someone. Trusting is very hard for me.”
“I can appreciate that,” I say with a grin. “But truly… we just take it one step at a time. No expectations. No promises.”
“That sounds doable,” he admits with clear relief in his expression.
“Good,” I whisper, tilting my face up toward his. “It’s settled then.”
The air around us is charged, the enormity of what we’ve decided settling heavily between us. But for the first time since stepping foot back into Penn’s life, I feel safe. Not just physically—emotionally too. Like we’ve finally reached a place neither of us has ever allowed ourselves to go.
Slowly, Penn closes the distance, pressing his mouth gently to mine. This kiss isn’t desperate or angry, not frantic like before. It feels like we’re sealing a pact. Like we’ve acknowledged that fate has something in store for us.
When we pull apart, he rests his head back on the pillow, tugging me gently into his arms. I settle against him, my cheek once again finding that comforting spot over his heart.