Penelope's POV
Without speaking, he begins to close the distance between us. I bite my bottom lip nervously, because he's coming at me with a different look in his eyes, an intention, and I don't think his intention is to ask more questions. I watch as the palms of his hands meet my waist and then slowly slide downwards. His hands graze my hips all the way up until they come to rest on my thighs.
When I look into his eyes, I get completely lost in them, that shade of green taking my breath away. He's staring at me with a level of need that I didn't know I was capable of producing in someone. He wraps his hand around my lower back and
pulls me against himself. I place my hands on his forearms and grip tightly, not sure what's about to happen next but completely prepared to allow it.
The faint smile on his face disappears the closer his lips come to mine. My eyelids flutter and then close completely, just as his mouth feathers mine.
