Page 102 of Crazy Love

“I love Margo and Jeremy,” she said, sighing. “And Jezebel. I just miss you and Penn so bad.”

“We miss you too, sweet girl. So, so much.”

I leave crying again and then try to suck it up and engross myself in the job. It’s the only positive about being away—the job keeps my mind occupied. And Penn.

And that’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it? That my whole sense of comfort comes down to sneaking into his room just to sleep next to him, because otherwise, I’m stuck inside my head, spiraling over every decision I’ve made—or haven’t made—over the last few months.

I try to resist it and follow the rules. But Penn doesn’t make it easy.

Because he knows me too well.

Penn

Come to my room.

He snuck a key into my pocket when we said goodnight.

Go to sleep, Penn.

Penn

I can’t sleep without you.

I roll my eyes at that one.

You’ve fallen asleep without me just fine for years. You can do it again.

Penn

These are really the only date nights we get right now…when we’re traveling. BTW, I want to change that when we get home.

You want to date me?

Penn

Yes.

You just want me in your bed.

Penn

I do love having you in my bed. I’ll behave. Just come lie down with me.

If I believed you, maybe I would consider it. But you don’t know how to behave.

Penn

Okay, how’s this? I promise to only make you come twice.

I snort and cover my face with my pillow. My thumbs hover over my phone for a second before I give in.

Once.

He answers so fast I laugh out loud.

Penn

Deal.

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