Penelope's POV

Liam blushed as he pulled me close, his hands tentative on my body. "Penelope," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper. "If this is too much, we can stop. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for."

I smiled up at him, my hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. "Liam, I want this," I said firmly. "I want you. And I don't want you to hold back, not even a little bit."

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't have any ...