Penelope pov

"Hike maybe?" I suggest as I twirl pasta around my fork. "Explore the area. Read, just relax."

"Sounds perfect," Timothy agrees. He takes a drink of water. "No schedules. No obligations. We'll do whatever feels right."

After dinner, we fill the hot tub and sit outside under the stars. The water is hot and soothing. Steam rises into the cool night air. The night air is cool on our faces. I can see my breath when I'm above the water.

"This is nice," I sigh, leaning against Timothy's ...