Penelope pov

Day six, we stay in bed until noon. The sheets are tangled around us. Just talking and touching and being together as sunlight moves across the floor as hours pass.

"One more day," Timothy says sadly as his fingers trace patterns on my arm. "Then back to reality."

"Don't remind me," I groan as I bury my face in his chest. "I don't want to think about pack meetings and Luna duties."

"Then don't," Timothy suggests. "Let's make the most of tomorrow."

Our last day, we do everything we ...