Penny's POV
The smell of bacon is the first thing I notice when I wake. The second thing is Andrew's arm slung heavy across my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck.
For a moment, I don't move. I just breathe him in, wishing mornings could always start like this—warm, safe, his heartbeat steady against my back.
Then Mom's voice drifts up the stairs. "Breakfast, everyone!"
Andrew groans into my hair. "Your mom's a morning person. That should be illegal."
I laugh, rolling over to face him. His hair is a mess, his jaw shadowed, but his eyes—God, those eyes still burn even after last night.
"Illegal or not," I murmur, "we should go down."
He catches my wrist before I can slip away. "Not yet."
The kiss he pulls me into is slow, softer than the ones last night, but charged all the same. When we finally break apart, he studies me.
"Are you going to tell me?" he asks quietly. "The whole thing. About the fellowship."
My stomach flips. This is it.
