Penelope pov
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I shift ,as I pull the blankets, covering my body
I can't believe I was scared on the previous night by my own shadow
But, it freaked me very bad
My mind was preoccupied and the fear got me well that I couldn't make a difference
I really thought someone was their ,watching me
And I still feel the same way
Or maybe it's just me being delusional
My body flinches as he rolls over on the bed
That's when I realize, we are still tighter on the bed
I look at him through my shoulders
Stephenson is asleep on the other end of the bed , two pillows in between us
As he didn't wanted me to touch him
He made sure I never will ,as he placed the barrier in between us
Not like ,I was craving for his touch
But I was expecting something else which I'm not su
