Penelope’s POV

Her expression faltered slightly. "You can't be serious."

I stabbed a lump of meat with my fork and shoved it in my mouth. "I don't know, am I?"

"You're saying that to mess with me," she stated, leaning back and squinting at me.

I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

She leaned forward, her voice lower now. “That hickey looks fresh, Penelope.”

“What are you, a hickey expert?” I asked.

She didn’t smile. “Who gave it to you?”

I grinned like the devil himself. ...