Penelope

"It's not what you think. I can leave the door open if you want." I chuckled nervously and he raised an amused brow at me.

"What do you think I'm thinking?" I didn't think that was a question, it was more of a statement because after he said it, he strode into the room and shut the door himself.

I glanced at Tyrell's injured hand and a wave of guilt washed through me and I lowered my gaze.

I cocked my head when I felt Tyrell's hand on mine, it was my palm which was injured. His ...