“So what do you say?” I ask Penelope once again, but she’s still staring at my hand as I gently hold hers. My knee’s starting to get numb after kneeling for so long, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk out of this room without an answer.
But what the hell is taking her so long to decide? It should be as easy as breathing, especially after what happened last night. I want Penelope, and she wants me back. I can feel it in my bones.
But why don’t I feel it now?
“Ryan,” Penelope finally says after snapping out of her trance, her face dead-serious, “You know very well the answer to that question.”
“It’s a convincing and resounding ‘yes’?” I jokingly inquire, even though the reality of the situation finally weighed down on me.
