Timothy pov

I stumble into my apartment, the room spinning slightly from all the alcohol. The silence is deafening after the chaos of the club. I don't bother turning on the lights, just kick off my shoes and collapse onto the bed fully clothed.

Sleep comes fast. The sound of my apartment door opening pulls me from the edge of unconsciousness. I lift my head, squinting in the darkness.

"Ethan?" I call out, but it's not Ethan.

Penelope steps into the moonlight streaming through my window. She's ...