Penelope’s POV

My thoughts raced, heart tight in my chest. But I refused to let it show.

So I leaned back on the bed, stretching out like a queen on her throne, voice lazy and taunting.

“Are you always this charming after sex? Or am I special?”

He still didn’t look at me.

But I saw it, the small twitch in his jaw. The way his hand clenched for just a second before he picked up his shirt.

Got you, I thought. You’re not made of stone. You just like pretending you are.

I didn’t want to ...