With what?
The confusion part. Either way, we probably should keep things professional moving forward.
I wasn’t the one who kissed you.
You kissed me back!
Wow. How old are you?Penelope shook her head; not even her mind was on her side.
A laughing emoji appeared next to her message.
She groaned. You’d think Lucia had a decade on her.
I wouldn’t know how to resist you.
Penelope let out a harsh breath. She really should end the conversation and only speak to Lucia about theMadonnaor Valentina moving forward.
You’re not alone in that.
Terrible. This was…just ridiculous.
I wish we’d kissed at my studio. Not that I’m not glad there are no more lies between us, but…
This isn’t a game to me.
I never said it was.
Penelope sighed. Then what are we doing?
Getting to know each other better.
By making out?
We’re not making out now.
She shook her head, lips curving. You know what I mean.
I like you, Penelope Blackwell.
Unblinking, she stared at the message for a moment, unsure how to reply and once more trying to calm her ridiculous heart.
Outside, the soft hum of traffic carried in through the cracked window—life continuing, indifferent to her upheaval.
I like you, too.
Her cheeks warmed, and she was grateful she lived alone, even more so that Lucia couldn’t see her right now.
Even though you shouldn’t?
Apparently, rules don’t apply to you.
I don’t want that.
You don’t want what?
For you to break your own rules. Because of me.
Penelope ground her jaw.
