Timothy's POV

I wake up to find Penelope asleep in the chair beside my bed. Her head is tilted at an angle that's going to give her a serious neck ache. One hand rests on the mattress near mine. Close but not touching.

The afternoon light makes her hair glow. I've spent months avoiding looking at her directly. Telling myself she wasn't worth noticing. What a fucking idiot I was.

"You're staring." Penelope doesn't open her eyes.

"You're awake." I try to sit up straighter but the movement pulls ...