“No. I think it’s sexy as hell. And it’s even better because we get to see a part of you that you hide from everyone but us.”

I hear the shower cut off. I need something from her before he comes out. “Promise me you’ll always be this honest with me.”

She holds out her hand for a handshake. “I promise.”

She’s got a firm grip and it’s got me thinking. “So, if you want to shake something else...”

“Sorry, Daddy. I have study group in fifteen minutes.”

Little brat.

“Don’t forget to update your notebook,” I yell to her as she leaves the kitchen.

That damn notebook changed my life.

Chapter Nineteen

We’ve had three weeks of what is normal life for us now. Most would probably disagree that it’s normal.

We take turns cooking, or we order pizza. We play video games while Penelope rolls her eyes at us and studies. She’s always studying. We go to class and work out and go to parties where everyone thinks Penelope and I are a couple and Shane is a third wheel. Something I hate, but he insists is worth it. We’re just three college kids doing college stuff. And every night, the three of us fuck and sleep in my bed. Or Shane’s bed, but mine is bigger. Pen’s bed is a twin, so her room is basically just a place to store her stuff.

Well, we don’t fuck every night, but we sleep together like it’s normal. And for us, it is. Or it’s getting there.

The first time Penelope got cramps, Shane the Squeamish turned into a fucking nursemaid. He brought her chocolate and pain relievers and made her a heat pack while forcing me to watch chick flicks with them. It wasn’t awful. I liked watching him take care of her. I liked being a part of something that the real world can’t touch.

Which makes today suck monkey balls.

Today begins a week-long Thanksgiving break and we’re in the car. Shane is coming home with me since he hates going home to his family. Penelope will be at her parents’ house in the same town as us, but I’m having a hard time imagining what it will be like to be separated from her. I’m fucking twisted in knots over this. I’m starting to think my feelings are stronger than I thought. I’m starting to wonder if I’m in love.

Hell, I don’t need to wonder. My heart and my gut are already on board, it’s my head, the big one, that still questions it. The littler one was sure from day one.