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Penelope was in the small dining room, her nerves a fluttering mess like a trapped sparrow. She was fussing over the table for what felt like the millionth time, making sure everything was just so. The crystal glasses caught the soft light, the silverware was aligned with military precision, and the white linen tablecloth looked like it had just been ironed by a team of perfectionists. It had to be perfect—she was clinging to the hope that this dinner might patch up the cracks in her relationship with Fife.

When she first met him, Fife had been the epitome of tenderness. But underneath that, there lurked a side that was relentlessly critical. Penelope had convinced herself that this was just his quirky way of showing love and concern. Even when he suggested she lose weight or change something about herself, she thought it was all part of his misguided way of caring. For ages, she tried to morph into what he wanted, believing that if she did, she’d finally get the affection she craved. But their three years together had been mostly devoid of joy. Lately, Fife had grown even more distant.

So one day, Fife stumbled into the world of swinging and it became his new obsession. The idea of swapping partners had become an exciting new horizon for him. Fife’s enthusiasm about this new venture was uncontainable, and he shared it with Penelope, who was initially against it. The idea of sharing her partner was as appealing as a porcupine pillow. But Fife was relentless, insisting that this was exactly what their relationship needed to get a jolt of new energy.

Penelope couldn’t help but feel dubious. How exactly was adding two more people to their relationship supposed to fix anything? 

However, Fife had a colleague named Colin Bridgerton, who fancied himself an expert in the swinging scene and suggested they join him and his girlfriend, Sienna, for a night out. Fife was adamant that doing this with someone he knew and trusted would be a surefire success. Penelope, still skeptical, said she needed to mull it over and spent some time contemplating the idea.

While scouring the internet, she’d come across numerous claims that swapping partners could work wonders for couples — everything from spicing up their love life to boosting sexual satisfaction. 

So, she asked Fife for a photo of Colin, hoping to jog her memory of the coworker she’d caught a fleeting glimpse of, and Sienna. She vaguely remembered meeting him once before during an offhand chat with Fife. She’d been so upset then, tangled up in her own frustration with her boyfriend, that she’d barely registered Colin. 

In the photo Fife showed her on Instagram, Colin was dressed in a casual, effortlessly stylish way that made him stand out. His eyes were a remarkable shade of blue, both soft and intense, with a depth that made her wonder why she hadn’t noticed him more when they’d met briefly before.

There weren’t any photos of him with his girlfriend on his Instagram — perhaps they were a private couple. But Penelope easily found Sienna's profile, and she was just as captivating as Colin, with dark, soulful eyes and long, wavy hair that framed her face beautifully. 

Penelope now understood why Fife was so keen on swapping partners with them. She couldn't judge him much. After seeing Colin’s photo, the idea of spending time with him was becoming more and more tempting. It was impossible for her to push away thoughts of what it might be like to be with him. How could she? He was undeniably handsome, and the more she looked to his picture, the more she found herself drawn to the idea.

With all this swirling in her mind, she weighed the pros and cons before finally deciding to take the plunge. She had agreed to swapping partners, but only if they could have spent some time with Colin and his girlfriend first. She needed to feel comfortable with this couple before diving into any new escapades.

Maybe, she thought, tonight would be the night they turned things around. She had to believe that.

As she adjusted one of the glasses, her mind drifted back to how things had gone so wrong between her and Fife. And that’s when it happened—the glass slipped from her fingers, crashing to the floor.

Before she could even start picking up the pieces, Fife appeared in the doorway. He took one look at the mess and sighed, exasperation etched on his face.

"God, Penelope, you’re so clumsy," he said, his voice tinged with that familiar disappointment. "Please, just try not to do this in front of Colin and his girlfriend. It's the kind of thing we don't need tonight."

Penelope’s heart sank, a familiar anger rising up to meet the hurt. He didn’t ask if she was okay, if she’d cut herself — no, his first thought was about how it would look, what they might think. She bit down hard on the retort bubbling up inside her and instead knelt down to start gathering the broken glass.

As she carefully picked up the shards, her fingers trembling slightly, she couldn’t shake the thought that crept into her mind. Maybe, just maybe, her relationship with Fife was like this shattered glass — once whole and beautiful, now broken into so many pieces that no amount of effort could put it back together without the cracks showing.

She swept the last of the glass into her hand, the fragments sharp against her skin, and dumped them into the bin. Standing there, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But the truth was unavoidable — no matter how much she wanted to fix things, some things were beyond repair. 

Penelope was pacing the living room, her nerves in a complete tizz as she awaited the arrival of their guests. The faint echo of footsteps coming up the stairs sent her heart into overdrive. She fidgeted with her dark blue dress — sophisticated and elegant, or so she hoped. The fabric flowed gracefully around her, but it felt like a tight squeeze around her growing anxiety.

The doorbell rang, and Penelope’s heart did a little dance of panic. Fife went to answer it, and she gave the room one last, anxious glance. She adjusted the décor with the kind of frantic enthusiasm only a hostess under pressure could muster. Because, of course, rearranging the cushions would fix everything.

When the door swung open, Colin Bridgerton stepped inside, and Penelope was struck dumb. He looked absolutely dazzling. His dark brown hair, styled into the kind of effortless waves that made you wonder if he’d been born with a hairbrush in his hand, complemented his deep blue eyes. They had this unsettling habit of making you feel like the sun had just come out, even though it was pouring rain outside.

He greeted Fife with a firm handshake, then turned his attention to Penelope. With a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, he took her hand and kissed it gently, as if afraid it might shatter. His eyes never left hers, and Penelope felt as though she was caught in a gaze that was both intoxicating and hypnotic.

“It's wonderful to see you again, Penelope,” Colin said, his voice rich and smooth, sending a delightful shiver up her spine. “You look absolutely radiant.”

Penelope’s cheeks were on fire. She was mortified by how utterly spellbound she was by Colin’s charm. Then, just when she thought things couldn’t get any more awkward, Colin stepped back and introduced the woman standing next to him. “This is Sienna Rosso, my girlfriend.”

Penelope felt her face heat up even more, realizing she’d been so caught up in Colin’s spellbinding presence that she hadn’t even registered Sienna’s standing right there. She quickly composed herself, extending her hand to her. “Nice to meet you.”

Sienna smiled, her warmth almost palpable. “It’s a pleasure to be here, Penelope.”

Colin’s smile remained effortless as he turned his attention back to Fife. He reached into the folds of his coat and produced a bottle of white wine, its label glinting under the chandelier light. “I brought this for the occasion,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and sincerity. “I hope it will be a worthy addition to our evening.”

Fife’s eyes widened in appreciation as he took the bottle from Colin’s hands. “Thank you, Colin. I’m sure it will be wonderful.”

Penelope, still feeling the blush in her cheeks, managed to muster a smile. “Thank you so much. It’s very kind of you to bring this.” 

Colin’s gaze lingered on Penelope for a moment, as if assessing her reaction. Then, with a nod, he gracefully said, “We’ll leave it until dinner.”

“Please, make yourselves at home,” Penelope said, trying to sound more composed than she felt. “Dinner will be ready soon. For now, just relax.”

Colin and Sienna nestled into the sofa like they’d been doing it for years, and Fife, grinning like a Cheshire cat, immediately launched into an enthusiastic chat with Sienna. Penelope, meanwhile, was hovering nearby, her heart doing somersaults as she tried to keep her cool. Watching Fife and Sienna was like watching a live soap opera — there was a twinkle in Fife's eye that she hadn’t anticipated, a certain sparkle that suggested he was rather taken with Sienna. 

To keep her hands busy, Penelope seized a bottle of wine she’d already decanted, clutching it like a lifeline, and started pouring glasses with a bit more enthusiasm than necessary. When she finally approached Colin, who had been observing her with an intensity that felt almost personal, she couldn’t help but blush. “Thank you,” he said, his voice had this rich, velvety quality that made her heart skip a beat.

“Your girlfriend’s really beautiful,” she said, taking a seat, giving again a casual glance toward Sienna and Fife, who were deep in conversation. Colin offered a polite smile. “How long have you two been together?” She asked.

“Not long,” Colin leaned in slightly, cradling his glass. “But enough about me. Tell me about you, Penelope.”

“About me? I’m not sure how interesting I am, Colin,” Penelope replied with a modest shrug. 

“I’m sure you’re fascinating,” Colin said with a warm smile. "Fife mentioned that you work as a journalist and that you're starting to write a book."

“He did?” Penelope blinked in surprise. Fife wasn’t exactly her biggest cheerleader when it came to her work. He had this annoying habit of dismissing journalism as a low-paying gig and writing a book as just a hobby.

“Well, I must confess,” Colin continued with a slightly bashful grin, “I might have quizzed him a bit about you. I didn’t want to turn up here with nothing interesting to talk about.”

Penelope felt a flutter of surprise, the pleasant kind. This man had actually made an effort to get to know her, just to have something to discuss. It was almost…endearing. No, actually, it was completely endearing. Showing interest in her life was such a thoughtful way to break the ice, and the fact that he’d gone out of his way to do it? Well, she couldn’t help but find it pretty darn charming.

"So, tell me, what's it like working as a journalist?"

Penelope’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, I absolutely love it. The newsroom is a madhouse most days, but I thrive on the chaos. And the book — that’s my little passion project.”

“Fife didn’t say much about it. What’s the story?”

“It’s a suspense novel!” Penelope exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat. “I’m obsessed with the genre. It’s full of twists and turns, and the ending... well, let’s just say it’s going to knock the socks off my readers. Writing it has been such a joy.”

Colin’s smile grew wider, a spark of interest in his eyes. “That sounds amazing. So you’re into suspense?”

“Completely! There’s nothing like the rush of a good mystery. But I’m also a hopeless romantic. Give me a sweeping love story, and I’m done for.”

“Same here. There’s something comforting about losing yourself in a great romance or getting totally wrapped up in a mystery,” Colin mused, resting his chin on his hand in a way that only made him more appealing. “Reading is one of life’s greatest pleasures, isn’t it? So tell me — Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot?”

Penelope blinked, taken aback by Colin’s literary knowledge, which seemed at odds with his laid-back demeanor. “You’re more of a reader than I would have guessed,” she said, clearly impressed.

With a grin that could melt ice caps, Colin replied, “Guilty as charged. I’ve got a soft spot for Holmes, but Poirot’s psychological insights are brilliant too. What about you?”

Penelope chuckled softly, feeling a warm connection growing between them. “I could never choose. Holmes is brilliant with his deductions, but Poirot’s ability to get inside people’s heads is just genius.”

“Great taste,” Colin said, his smile never wavering. “It’s obvious you’ve got a talent for telling stories that captivate. I can’t wait to read your novel when it’s finished.”

Penelope felt a cozy sense of satisfaction talking about her favorite topic with someone so engaged. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and she felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. 

She glanced to the side and noticed that Fife was still deeply engrossed in conversation with Sienna. The two of them were leaning in close, laughing quietly, completely at ease. It struck her that Sienna must be quite accustomed to this sort of social interaction. Maybe she and Colin regularly went out with other couples, and that’s why he didn’t seem the least bit possessive or jealous about his own girlfriend. Penelope couldn’t help but wonder if this was just how they were — effortlessly cool and comfortable in any situation, like they were born to be the perfect pair in these social settings.

It was only when she realized she too wasn’t feeling the sharp pang of jealousy she expected to feel. She felt a peculiar, almost liberating sense of relief. Maybe, she mused, this was progress. Maybe she was finally wrapping her head around her own emotional chaos.

“Lost in thought?” Colin’s voice gently pulled Penelope back to the moment.

She smiled, a little flustered. “Actually, I was just thinking I should check on the food.” She set her wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up, brushing off imaginary crumbs from her dress. “Excuse me for a second. Once again, make yourself at home.”

To her surprise, Colin popped up from his seat with an easy grace. “I’d be delighted to help.” 

He moved towards her with a natural, almost too-casual demeanor that made Penelope raise an eyebrow. Ever since she’d moved in with Fife, he had perfected the art of dodging any domestic duties, especially those involving the kitchen. Sometimes Penelope felt as if she were carrying the entire load on her shoulders, but any attempt to bring it up usually ended in a row.

Once in the kitchen, Colin took a deep breath and remarked, “The smell is absolutely divine.”

Penelope beamed at the compliment and showed him her handiwork. “We’re starting with caprese salad. Then it’s lasagna for the main course. And for dessert, we’ll have lemon pie.” 

Colin’s eyes widened in genuine amazement. “Wow. You’ve really outdone yourself. If I wasn’t hungry before, I’m absolutely ravenous now.” 

Penelope’s cheeks warmed with a mix of pride and embarrassment. “I just hope it tastes as good as it smells. I’m no masterchef, just someone who enjoys cooking.”

“By the smell alone, it’s bound to be fantastic,” Colin said, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made Penelope’s heart do a somersault. She couldn’t help but think she might need to schedule a visit to a cardiologist soon if this kept up.

Trying to steady herself, she mumbled, “I’ll just check the lasagna.” She bent down to open the oven door at the same moment Colin reached to do the same. Their hands brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

“Oh, um, thanks,” Penelope said, her voice a bit shaky, as she quickly turned away, desperate to regain her composure. “I’ll get the wine while you check the oven.”

As she moved away, the proximity to Colin left her feeling more than a little flustered. She couldn’t quite understand why Colin’s presence was affecting her so deeply. 

“The lasagna is definitely ready to be served,” Colin said, casually tossing a dish towel over his shoulder like it was part of his regular ensemble. Penelope turned to find herself oddly charmed by the sight of this tall, handsome man in her kitchen, dressed in an elegant outfit yet managing to look perfectly at ease with a dish towel draped over his shoulder. It was such an incongruous image, and somehow, it made her feel unreasonably happy.

“So, I suppose it’s time to start dinner,” she said, holding up the bottle of wine with a decisive gesture. “If you could call Fife to help me, you and Sienna can make yourselves comfortable in the dining room.”

“Absolutely not, Penelope,” Colin said, stepping closer and gently taking the wine from her hand, their fingers brushing once more in a way that made Penelope’s heart do a little jig. “I insist on helping. Leave Fife and Sienna to their own devices.”

Penelope nodded, her mind spinning as she struggled to focus. Colin was not only devastatingly handsome but also smelled like a walking cologne ad. She found herself wondering if his scent was even more captivating at the curve of his neck, and whether she’d get the chance to find out.

“Alright, Colin,” she said, clearing her throat to regain her composure. “You take the wine and then help me with the rest of the dishes.”

Colin flashed her a charming smile and took the bottle of wine from her hand. He turned away, heading to the cabinet to fetch the corkscrew. As he started working on the bottle, his shirt stretched over his arm muscles in a way that made Penelope's pulse quicken. She found herself lost in the sight of him, her mind drifting to fantasies of being held in those strong arms. Her gaze wandered downward, taking in his backside snugly encased in those tailored dress pants. Watching him focus on uncorking the wine, Penelope felt a sigh building up inside her, completely entranced by the view of his physique — a testament to hours spent at the gym, no doubt.

“Would you like a taste?” Colin’s voice jolted her from her daydream.

“Sorry?” Penelope blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the flush creeping up her cheeks. Had she really been caught gawking at him with her mouth hanging open?

“I was asking if you’d like to try the wine,” Colin repeated, holding up the now-open bottle. “It’s a very fine vintage.”

“I’ll save it for dinner,” she managed, clearing her throat for what felt like the hundredth time and awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “Why don’t you set it on the dining table and come back for the lasagna?”

He nodded and slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Penelope alone to grapple with the heat pooling in her neck and the more insistent warmth stirring between her legs. What was this whirlwind of sensations that Colin was igniting within her? 

The way he made her feel was a million times more intense than anything she’d felt in ages. It was as if everything she thought she knew about her own desires had been turned upside down and inside out, leaving her both exhilarated and bewildered.

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Colin was the very definition of a gentleman, and Penelope found herself more charmed by the minute. He’d taken charge of the dishes, carrying them to the table and arranging everything with such effortless precision, as if this kind of thing was just another part of his day. It only added to his appeal, making her feel like they were partners in hosting, with Fife and Sienna as their guests.

Once everyone was seated around the dining table, Colin lifted his glass, his eyes doing a little dance around the table before landing on Penelope. He held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, with a smile that felt like it was meant just for her. “A toast,” he began, “to the people who, without even realizing it, make us feel things we never expected. And to new friendships,” he added, his eyes sparkling, “that make us feel like we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.”

As Colin spoke, Penelope felt a shiver dance down her spine. The words, which might have seemed perfectly ordinary to anyone else, struck a chord deep within her. 

As dinner began, Penelope found that she wasn’t really hungry. Her stomach was a whirlwind of butterflies. The evening was unfolding in a way she hadn’t expected. She had pictured Colin as a typical Fife-type — interested only in the endgame and the physical thrills. But Colin was anything but typical. He was charming, engaging, and had managed to make her feel at ease all evening.

“The food is absolutely delicious, Penelope,” Sienna said with genuine warmth.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice polite but a little tight with nerves.

“It’s the best lasagna I’ve ever had,” Colin added.

Fife chuckled and said, “Well, I have to admit, Penelope worked pretty hard to get it right. At first, her cooking was, let’s say, less than edible.” He laughed, and Penelope felt her face flush with embarrassment.

“Then I’m guessing you’re a bit of a master chef yourself, Fife?” Colin raised an eyebrow, his tone light but with a hint of challenge. “We can only critique someone’s skills if we’re better ourselves, after all.”

Penelope looked up, surprised by Colin’s defense. She hadn’t expected him to stand up for her like that. Fife also looked at Colin, slightly put out by the comment. Before he could open his mouth, Penelope changed the subject:

“So, Colin, Sienna, how did you two meet?”

“Online,” they both replied in unison.

“On a dating app,” Colin clarified with a grin.

That information surprised Penelope. Colin didn’t seem like the kind of man who used dating apps to meet women. With his looks and charm, Penelope thought he could easily find dates. With that smile, he could probably accomplish a lot, she thought. Even get away with crimes, perhaps.

"Which app?" Fife asked, clearly intrigued, his eyes shining with a curiosity that seemed a bit out of place. Penelope couldn't help but smile as she noticed her boyfriend's belief that he could attract a woman like Sienna with just a swipe on his phone. There was something endearingly naive in his expression.

As the conversation flowed effortlessly and dinner moved on to dessert, Penelope realized she was enjoying herself more than she had anticipated. Talking to Colin was easy and natural, as if they had known each other for a long time. He listened to her with a genuine attention that was both flattering and slightly disarming.

"I think we should move to the living room and have some more wine, what do you all think?" Fife suggested when the dessert plates were cleared, his casual tone trying to mask a certain enthusiasm.

"Excellent idea," Sienna agreed.

"I'll go get the wine," Penelope said, rising from her seat. Colin immediately stood up to accompany her. Fife and Sienna headed towards the living room, leaving them alone for a moment.

Penelope couldn't help but notice Colin's thoughtful gesture as he held the door open for her. There was something special in how he treated her, as if each small action was a way to show how much he valued her. 

In the kitchen, the moon light bathed the room in a warm, silver hue, creating an inviting and intimate atmosphere. Penelope rummaged through the cupboards, searching for the white wine glasses, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not on the irresistible man standing next to her. Colin, his gaze both intense and affectionate, watched her with a look that made her heart flutter.

“I just wanted to say thank you for making such a wonderful dinner for everyone,” Colin said, his voice soft and genuine.

Penelope glanced up, her attempt to remain unaffected failing as she caught the sparkle in his eyes. “Oh, it was nothing,” she replied with a lightness she didn’t quite feel, hoping to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Without warning, Colin gently took her hand in his, his touch sending a shiver up her arm. He began to kiss each of her fingers, his lips brushing her skin with a tenderness that made her heart race. “It was more than just a friendly gesture,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “I truly appreciate the effort you put into this.”

Penelope felt herself melting under his touch, a warmth spreading through her that was both thrilling and overwhelming. Colin was undeniably charming, and the way he made her feel special was almost too much to handle. But then, a sobering thought interrupted her daydream: Sienna, his girlfriend, was in the living room, only a short distance away. The realization made her pull her hand away, her mind snapping back to reality.

She turned to Colin, a sudden burst of curiosity prompting her to ask, “Don’t you ever get jealous of your girlfriend?”

Colin’s response was calm, almost casual. “No, I’ve never felt jealous of Sienna.”

“And she doesn’t get jealous of you?”

He shook his head, smiling faintly. “No, she doesn’t. Our relationship is... well, it’s different.”

Penelope turned the words over in her mind, trying to picture the kind of woman Sienna must be to handle such a setup. If she were in Sienna’s shoes, with Colin as her partner, the idea of sharing him with anyone else seemed utterly impossible.

As if reading the thoughts swirling in her head, Colin leaned in slightly and asked, “And you, do you ever feel jealous of Fife?”

“I used to,” she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

“What changed?”

Her gaze flickered away, her features tightening as if she was bracing herself against an unwelcome memory. “I’d rather not get into that,” she murmured, taking a sip of wine to calm the sudden unease bubbling up inside her. Then, quickly changing the subject, she held up the bottle. “Would you like me to pour you a glass too?”

Colin nodded, taking the wine glass with a smile, but after the first sip something in his face shifted, like he’d suddenly dropped the charming, flirtatious act for something a bit more real. “Penelope, I just want you to know, nothing has to happen between us tonight. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Penelope hesitated, her heart doing that annoying flip-flop thing. “I’m not feeling pressured,” she said, but even she didn’t believe it. 

The truth was, there was this undeniable pull between them, something electric that left her feeling wobbly, like she might fall over if she wasn’t careful. It was disconcerting because with Fife, it had taken ages to feel anything remotely close to this. But with Colin, it was like she was tumbling headfirst into something she wasn’t sure she could control.

“Good. But I want you to know, we don’t have to rush into anything. Not tonight, not ever, if you’re not ready.” He reached out, his thumb gently brushing against her hand, a touch so light it was almost like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch her at all. “We can just talk, get to know each other. Or, if you’d rather, I can leave. The last thing I wish is to make you uncomfortable.”

There was something so genuine in his voice that it made her chest ache a little. Colin seemed like the sort of man who would kiss you, and if you said stop, he’d pull back without a second thought, no hard feelings, no weirdness afterward. It was strange how she was thinking all these things about him, especially since she’d only known him for what, two hours? But there it was.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she whispered, almost surprising herself with how much she meant it.

“Alright,” he replied, his smile softening the edges of the moment. “How about we pour another glass of wine and chat for a bit? I’d love to see if I can charm a spoiler or two out of you about that book of yours.” He flashed that grin—the one that was probably his get-out-of-jail-free card in any sticky situation—and Penelope couldn’t help but chuckle.

With that smile, he could get anything he wanted from her. And with that smile, Penelope was starting to realize she just might be willing to give him anything he asked for.

As Penelope and Colin strolled back into the living room, they found Fife and Sienna cozied up on the couch, deep in conversation. Penelope didn't need to be a mind reader to see what was going on — Fife was definitely smitten with Sienna. 

“Oh, there you two are!” Fife said, with a too-bright grin when they walked in. “Thought you two had gotten lost in the kitchen!”

“We brought the wine,” Colin said, holding up the bottle like it was the evening’s savior. He plopped down on the couch, pouring out glasses like he was hosting a party, filling Sienna’s and Fife’s first, then his own.

Penelope slid in next to him. “So, what were you two chatting about?” she asked, trying to sound breezy.

“I was just asking Sienna what she does for work,” Fife said, with an enthusiasm that was a bit too much. “Modeling, right?”

“That’s right,” Sienna nodded, flashing a smile that was pure toothpaste commercial. “But I’m also working on a singing career.”

Penelope’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, that sounds fascinating. What kind of music?”

“Opera,” Sienna said.

“I keep telling her she should really go for it,” Colin added. “She’s amazing.”

He beamed at Sienna, and for a second, she actually looked a little shy. Penelope couldn’t help but find it endearing, the way Colin genuinely believed in Sienna’s dream. 

“I love opera!” Fife exclaimed, and Penelope had to resist the urge to look at him like he’d grown a second head. Since when did he love opera? The man probably couldn’t tell Puccini from Pavarotti. She held back an eye roll, barely.

“And you’re a writer, aren’t you, Penelope?” Sienna asked. “Colin mentioned it.”

Penelope forced a polite smile, trying to hide her surprise at being the focal point of the conversation. “Well, I’m trying to be. It’s not exactly a walk in the park, though.”

“I’ve been working on getting her to spill some spoilers,” Colin chimed in, turning to her with a grin that was all cheeky charm. “Come on, give me something — I’m a huge fan.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle, finding his playful persistence oddly refreshing. It was strange, but nice, to be part of a conversation that didn’t feel like walking on eggshells, unlike the usual tension that seemed to hang around her and Fife. Colin had this way about him that made her shoulders relax, just a bit.

“Penelope, dear, do you mind if I have a quick smoke on your balcony?” Sienna asked, already rummaging through her bag for a cigarette. Penelope nodded, and Sienna got up, with Fife hot on her heels.  

“I’ll keep you company.” He sounded far too eager, as if a chat with Sienna was the highlight of his night.  

That left Penelope alone with Colin once more. The vibe between them was surprisingly easygoing. Maybe it was because of what Colin had said in the kitchen, about not wanting to push her. Those words had somehow managed to dissolve the tension, leaving her feeling more at ease with each passing moment spent in his company.

“You know, there’s one thing about writing a suspense novel that’s been bugging me.” Penelope chuckled, leaning in a bit closer 

Colin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”

“It’s this whole obsession with putting ‘girl’ in the title,” Penelope said, rolling her eyes playfully. “I mean, seriously — ‘The Girl on the Train,’ ‘The Girl in the Lake,’ ‘Gone Girl,’ ‘The Girl in the Ice’... It’s like the publishing world ran out of ideas.”

Colin burst out laughing, the sound warm and infectious. “You’re absolutely right! It’s like there’s some unwritten rule that every suspense novel has to have a mysterious girl in the title!”

 “Exactly! I’ve half a mind to title my book ‘The Girl Who Ran Out of Title Ideas’ just to shake things up.”

“Or maybe ‘The Girl Who Just Wants a Nap,’” Colin suggested, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Because, let’s be honest, after dealing with all those plot twists, she probably deserves one.”

“Now that’s a title I can get behind,” Penelope said, giggling. “I swear, the next time I see another book with ‘girl’ in the title, I’m going to need one of those naps myself.”

Colin nodded, still chuckling. “Well, when your book comes out, I’ll be sure to snap up a copy — girl or no girl in the title.”

Penelope smiled, feeling lighter than she had in ages. “Deal. And who knows, maybe I’ll surprise everyone and go with something a bit different. ‘The Woman Who’s Fed Up with All These Girls’’ perhaps?”

“Now that,” Colin said, lifting his glass in a mock toast, “is a title I’d love to see on the shelves.”

Giggling, they poured another glass of wine, the conversation flowing so effortlessly that Penelope barely noticed the time slipping away, punctuated by bursts of laughter that filled the room. When it finally came time to say goodnight, Sienna and Fife were already at the door, tossing their goodbyes. But Colin? Colin lingered, just for a heartbeat longer, his gaze locking onto Penelope’s as if he had something more to say—or perhaps, something more to do.

And then, before she could even register what was happening, he leaned in. His lips brushed her cheek in a kiss that was over in a second, yet somehow managed to feel like it lasted an eternity. It was a whisper of warmth against her skin, impossibly soft and so very... intimate. His breath, warm and teasing, left her skin tingling, and his scent—clean, crisp, and utterly intoxicating—wrapped around her like a promise.

Penelope’s eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment, savoring the unexpected intimacy of it all. When Colin finally pulled away, it was as though he’d taken a piece of her with him, leaving behind a warmth that started in her cheek and spread all the way down to her toes. Her heart thudded in her chest, a steady reminder that, yes, that really just happened.

Colin offered her one last, lingering look before he turned and followed Sienna out the door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Fife turned to Penelope, oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions churning inside her. “So, what did you think?”

Penelope blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, to pull herself back to the present. “It was... nice. Better than I expected,” she replied, forcing her voice to sound casual, as if her heart wasn’t still racing from Colin’s kiss. 

“See, I told you it’d be good for us.” Fife grinned as he moved closer, his hand reaching up to brush her cheek in what was probably meant to be a tender gesture. But instead of feeling warmth, Penelope felt… nothing. Or maybe something like a tiny shiver of discomfort. 

“You’ll see. This is exactly what we need to get things back on track,” he added, sounding so sure of himself, so sure of them. But was he? Because Penelope was beginning to doubt everything, especially with the way her mind kept drifting back to that moment — that moment with Colin.

“Hm,” she murmured, noncommittal, not trusting herself to say more.

“I’m going to take a shower and head to bed. Are you coming?” he asked, already halfway out of the room.

“Go on ahead,” she said, her voice just a touch too bright. “The wine’s got me a bit wired. I’ll read a bit down here.”

Fife shrugged and headed to the bedroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Penelope sank deeper into the sofa, her mind swirling in a thousand directions at once. She tried to untangle her thoughts, but they were a hopeless knot of confusion and… something else. And right there, in the middle of it all, was Colin’s smile, all charming and bright, refusing to be ignored.

She touched the cheek where his kiss had landed and sighed. She felt a flutter in her chest, an undeniable spark that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

How on earth was she supposed to handle this? 

The chemistry between them was unmistakable, undeniable, and something she’d never quite felt with Fife or any men before. And now, with just the memory of Colin’s touch lingering on her skin, Penelope's mind was spinning with possibilities she hadn’t dared to consider before.

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Colin stood in the middle of his bedroom, looking around at the chaos that was entirely unlike him. Shirts were strewn across the bed like they’d been thrown in a fit of rage (they hadn’t, of course), and a pair of shoes lay abandoned in the middle of the floor as if they’d given up on life. And there he was, in front of the mirror, holding two shirts and wearing the most indecisive expression he’d ever seen on himself.

"Navy or gray?" he mumbled, lifting each shirt in turn, trying to see how they’d look with the trousers he’d settled on. The gray one was classic, sophisticated, the kind of shirt that said, ‘I’m confident and mature.’ The navy, though… the navy had a richness to it, a depth that he knew would make his eyes pop.

He let out a deep sigh, feeling absurdly like he was on the verge of a crisis. It was just a shirt, for heaven’s sake. And it was just a second double date with Fife and Penelope, not a marriage proposal. 

After last Friday's dinner at Penelope's, which had gone down surprisingly well, he and Fife agreed that the second date needed to be in a more neutral territory—somewhere they could have fun and let loose a bit. They settled on a club in the city center, the kind of place that was lively enough to keep things casual but with plenty of nooks and crannies where they could steal a moment to talk if needed. It seemed like the perfect plan.

If all went according to said plan, the third date would happen the following week. But he hadn’t dared to get that far in his thinking yet. Everything depended on how this evening played out, and the thought of that was enough to make his heart race just a little.

He could still hear her laugh from the week before, a sound so bright and warm it had practically wrapped itself around him. And that goodbye… it had been just a quick kiss on the cheek, nothing to write home about, but it had left him with this strange, glowing feeling that hadn’t quite gone away. 

He was still wavering between the two shirts when his doorbell jolted him out of his thoughts. He stared at the shirts one last time, as if hoping they’d somehow resolve the dilemma on their own, before reluctantly heading to answer the door. 

There was Sienna, standing there with a playful grin that told him she was already amused at his expense.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” she asked, breezing past him into the apartment. “I thought you’d be walking out the door by now.”

“I’m trying to pick an outfit,” Colin explained, almost apologetically. He turned on his heel and started heading back to his bedroom, still clutching the shirts. 

“I’ve never seen you like this,” she said, clearly enjoying herself as she perched on the edge of his bed, watching him struggle with his indecision. “Nervous about a date? This is a first.”

Colin didn’t answer right away. He stood in front of the mirror, holding one of the shirts up against his body, trying to make a decision. His mind was split between the choice of outfit and the persistent thoughts of Penelope. 

Sienna, sensing his dilemma, got up and moved closer. “Need a hand?”

Before he could respond, she had already taken the shirt from his hands, examining it with a critical eye. “Neither of these will do,” she declared with the authority of someone who’d just made an irrefutable judgment.

Colin looked at her, surprised. “Really? But I…”

“No ‘buts.’ Trust me,” she interrupted, already moving to his wardrobe. “Put on a black one.”

Without protest, Colin did as he was told, reaching for the black one she had pulled out. He slid into it, feeling the smooth fabric against his skin but still a bit skeptical about the change.

Sienna came closer again, this time to unbutton two buttons of the shirt, leaving just a hint of his chest exposed. “Now we’re talking,” she said with a satisfied nod, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

Colin glanced at himself in the mirror, frowning slightly. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Sienna replied with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. She shot him a cheeky grin. “Penelope’s going to love it.”

The mention of Penelope sent a flutter through his stomach again. He let out a small sigh, still adjusting the shirt slightly. “I hope you’re right,” he murmured, more to himself than to Sienna.

She gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Relax, Colin. You look fantastic. Now, let’s go. We can’t be late.”

Colin took one last look in the mirror, still a bit hesitant but feeling a growing sense that maybe, just maybe, Sienna was right after all.

Colin stepped into the club with Sienna by his side, immediately feeling the thrum of the music that pulsed through the air, mingling with the buzz of lively conversations and the soft glow of colored lights that danced across the room. The place was chic, with subtle lighting highlighting the modern details of the decor. Dark walls, adorned with metallic panels and strategically placed mirrors, reflected the movement of the crowd and the glint of crystal glasses passing from hand to hand.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and freshly mixed cocktails, while groups of well-dressed people drifted between the tables and the bar, where Fife and Penelope were waiting.

Colin spotted them almost immediately. Fife, ever the enthusiastic one, waved as soon as he saw them approaching, but Colin didn’t really register the gesture. His eyes were fixed on Penelope, who had her back to them. When she turned around to see who had arrived, the world around Colin seemed to shrink.

Penelope was stunning. She was wearing a sleek black dress, just tight enough to subtly accentuate her curves but with a fluidity that conveyed an enchanting lightness. The fabric had a slight sheen that caught the light of the club, highlighting her fair skin. Her red hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands pinned back to reveal her entire face. And what a face. Penelope was beaming, her lips painted a bold red that made the deep blue of her eyes pop.

Colin almost forgot to breathe when he saw her.

As Sienna moved forward to greet Fife, he walked right past him, completely oblivious to his presence. He leaned in close to Penelope, blocking out the noise and the movement around them. His arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug, and he took the opportunity to lean in and whisper in her ear, breathing in the delicate scent that clung to her.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured, the words slipping out with a sincerity he couldn’t hide.

Penelope shivered slightly at the contact, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Colin. He pulled back just enough to look at her, noticing the slight flush that had crept into her cheeks, likely a result of the compliment and their closeness.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice a little quiet, but her smile only made him more smitten. “You look very handsome too.”

Her eyes traveled slowly down his face, lingering on his neck before they settled on the bit of chest that his black shirt left exposed. Colin noticed the way she looked at him and felt a wave of warmth spread through his body, pleased that he’d taken Sienna’s advice.

For a brief moment, the noise of the bar seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them, cocooned in a bubble of intimacy. Penelope let out the softest of sighs, her lips parting slightly, full and red, and Colin felt a sudden, fierce urge to kiss her, to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

Fife’s voice cut through the quiet connection between Colin and Penelope, shattering whatever unspoken thing had been brewing between them, “Anyone fancy a drink?”

Colin blinked, snapping back to reality, and managed to reply, “Gin and tonic for me, please.”

Sienna, who had already slipped to Fife's side, ordered a dry martini.

With drinks in hand, they drifted away from the bar and claimed one of the high tables scattered around the edge of the dance floor. It was the perfect spot to observe the dancing crowd while maintaining a slightly detached air, allowing them to enjoy the atmosphere without being fully swept up in it—though the option was always there.

Colin took a measured sip of his drink, then turned his attention back to Penelope, who was gazing around with a dreamy smile, her eyes catching the lights that bounced off the mirrored walls. There was something about the way she looked, so alive and in the moment, that made he smile. “How’s the book going?” he asked.

Penelope’s smile turned a shade shyer, as if the question had pulled her back to earth. “I had a good streak this week. Wrote a lot, but it still needs a ton of revising,” she said, her voice full of that earnest passion that he found so endearing.

Colin felt a rush of warmth. He loved hearing her talk about her writing, as though he was getting a peek into this other, more vibrant world she inhabited. “That’s brilliant, Penelope. You seem really excited about it. I really would love to read it when it’s ready.”

She blushed slightly, giving him a smile that was both pleased and a little bashful. “Thanks, Colin. I promise you’ll be one of the first to read it.”

As the conversation rolled along easily, Colin’s gaze drifted over to where Fife and Sienna were standing, heads close together, clearly in deep conversation. Fife was leaning in to speak directly into Sienna’s ear, the excuse of the loud music giving him the perfect cover. But Colin could see what was really going on. Fife had been keen on Sienna from the moment he’d seen her photo, months ago.

The thought made Colin smile to himself, but he quickly refocused on Penelope. She was gesturing lightly with her hands as she talked about her characters and the ideas that seemed to come out of nowhere, like gifts from the universe. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Colin found himself smiling without even realizing it.

“And you, Colin?” Penelope suddenly asked, her eyes curious. “Do you have any hidden passions?”

“Well, I used to love traveling. Did it a lot in my younger days. I toured the Mediterranean, went on a spiritual retreat in India, and even backpacked through South America.”

“Wow.” She looked genuinely impressed. “So what made you give all that up for marketing?”

Colin chuckled, feeling the ease of her question. “I guess I was looking for some stability. Plus, money was getting tight. I had a degree in marketing, so I took advantage of that and got a job.”

Penelope nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. “Fife told me you two have a lot of fun at work. That must be nice.” She took a sip of her drink, her expression turning thoughtful before she added, “And you and Sienna? Are you two planning on getting married anytime soon?”

Colin blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. A slight unease crept in, but before he could respond, Penelope was already backtracking, her voice rushed. “I’m sorry. That’s not really any of my business.”

She looked embarrassed, her gaze sliding to the dance floor as a blush spread across her cheeks. Colin, sensing that her question might have revealed something deeper, something she hadn’t intended to share, reached out and gently touched her hand, hoping to ease her discomfort.

“It’s okay, Penelope. I don’t mind the question. Sienna and I... well, we have something a bit different. We’re just enjoying the moment, you know?”

Penelope turned back to him, her eyes searching his as if trying to read between the lines. She nodded slowly, an expression of understanding forming on her face, but Colin would have given anything to know what she was really thinking.

After a few drinks and chatting, Sienna said, “I need to do a quick lipstick touch-up, gentlemen. Fancy joining me in the loo, Penelope?”

The two men watched them leave, Fife giving a lingering look at Sienna’s departing figure, before turning to Colin with a grin that bordered on the unsettling.

“You know, you’re one lucky guy,” Fife remarked, his voice dripping with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Sienna looks absolutely stunning tonight.”

Colin raised his glass, trying to keep things light. “Penelope looks lovely too.”

Fife barely acknowledged the comment, shrugging it off with a dismissive wave. He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, tell me, what’s it like dating someone like Sienna?” He chuckled, leaning back with an air of self-satisfaction. “Must be pretty thrilling, huh? She seems intense, if you catch my drift.”

"Well, yes. Sienna is... let's just say, she's quite the dynamo in the bedroom," Colin said, with all the finesse of a car salesman trying to close a deal.

Fife was slightly impressed by the comment, but then his shoulders slumped a bit. "You're really lucky, pal. Penelope and I haven’t had much physical contact lately. She’s so wrapped up in that bloody book she’s writing," He said with a dramatic sigh.

"Well, it’s important to her," Colin replied, doing his best to state the obvious. Anyone who actually bothered to get to know Penelope would see that writing was her sanctuary — her own private escape. Colin had picked up on this after only a few hours of chatting with her.

Fife waved off Colin’s comment and signaled a waiter for more drinks. When he turned back, his demeanor was more cheerful.

"I owe you one, Colin," He said. "This swapping partner idea was a stroke of genius. It might be the best thing that’s ever happened to us."

"It was nothing, really," Colin mumbled, his mind drifting back to how he’d grown close to Fife at the marketing firm. 

Fife had been one of the loudest, most obnoxious guys there, always the life of the party with his incessant flirting and storytelling. But one evening, after a few too many drinks, Fife had opened up about his stagnant love life, complaining about a relationship that felt as exciting as watching paint dry.

Colin had always listened to these complaints with a healthy dose of skepticism. After all, it was often easier for men to moan about their monotonous relationships rather than take action to fix them. So, for weeks, he’d offered a sympathetic ear, careful not to get too entangled.

Then, one afternoon, while Colin was meandering down the street, he bumped into Fife. But it wasn’t Fife who caught his attention — it was the woman walking alongside him. She was stunning, with hair so red it looked like it was on fire. Fife introduced her as Penelope, his girlfriend.

The moment Colin laid eyes on her, it was as if he’d been tumbled off a horse. The world shook. His heart leapt into his throat, and he felt as if he’d been punched in the gut, leaving him breathless for a good ten seconds. 

There was something about Penelope, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Her bright blue eyes locked with his, and Colin felt his pulse quicken. She gave him a fleeting smile, warm but brief, before she and Fife rushed off, clearly with places to go.

Even though their encounter was incredibly short, it left a lasting impression. He found it impossible to get Penelope out of his mind. 

Every time he tried to casually ask Fife about her, all he got in return were endless rants about their relationship or the occasional nitpicking. It was as if Fife had a knack for focusing on the negative. But then, out of nowhere, Fife dropped a bombshell one day, admitting with a mischievous glint in his eye that he was actually curious about trying out this whole swapping partners thing with Penelope. 

Colin's heart skipped a beat — this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. So, an idea began to form, one that Colin tried to push away but found impossible to ignore. He orchestrated every little detail with a practiced finesse, weaving casual conversations with Fife about the art of swinging, casually dropping that he and his girlfriend were seasoned pros. 

Then, one day, Colin showed Fife a photo of Sienna, introducing her as his girlfriend. He mentioned that he had shared a picture of Fife with her and that she had seemed quite interested. Fife’s eyes practically sparkled with excitement at the prospect of meeting the striking brunette.

Sienna, his friend, had agreed to help Colin out by pretending to be his girlfriend. For her, playing this part was ideal — she was on the brink of retiring from her job as an escort, and was eager to dive headfirst into her new passion, opera singing. The whole thing was a bit mad, but she was game for it, especially since Colin had been so desperate. And, to their surprise, the plan was going swimmingly. Fife was completely bowled over by her, utterly smitten.

“Hey, I need a favor,” Fife said, his tone suddenly direct.

Colin raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I need you to kiss Penelope,” Fife said bluntly. “I know we said we’d keep things slow, but I’ve been itching to kiss Sienna since the moment I laid eyes on her. Just one kiss will give us a taste of the chemistry, you know? So, if you two kiss, it’ll make things easier for me.”

Colin blinked, struggling to process what he’d just heard. “And you want me to kiss Penelope?”

Fife nodded, as if this was the most sensible request in the world. “Yes. I don’t want her getting upset because I’m kissing someone else first. So if you two kiss, it’ll help me a lot.”

“If Penelope wants to kiss me, then I’m all in,” he said, his pulse quickening just at the thought. “But if she’s not interested, I’m not about to push it.”

Fife gave Colin a pat on the back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, you’re a charmer, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ll win her over.”

Colin stared at him in disbelief. The guy was clearly the type who thought a woman’s ‘no’ was just a challenge to be pushed further. Colin’s urge to punch him was almost overwhelming. But before he could act on his impulse, Penelope and Sienna reappeared, arm-in-arm and laughing as though they’d discovered a shared secret during their brief restroom escapade.

“Did we keep you waiting?” Sienna asked, smiling brightly.

“Just long enough for us to miss you two,” Fife said, winking at Sienna.

“So, how about a dance?” Sienna suggested.

“Great idea,” Fife agreed, offering his arm to Sienna with a flourish.

“Colin, Penelope, that’s an order for you two as well. Go have some fun,” Sienna said, blowing a kiss and leading Fife to the dance floor, already swaying to the music.

Colin felt a flutter of nerves, as if he were back in school, nervously asking someone to dance at his first school social. He looked at Penelope, his heart pounding like an overzealous drum.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, trying to sound casual despite his racing heart.

Penelope’s eyes sparkled warmly, and she replied, “I’d love to.”

When he took her hand, an electric jolt shot through him. As he guided her to the dance floor, Colin felt an unexpected sense of harmony. At that moment, it became glaringly clear that nothing mattered more than being right there with Penelope.

As the music wrapped around them like a warm embrace, Colin guided Penelope onto the dance floor, and it was like magic. Every step felt perfectly timed, as if they were in sync without even trying. Their gazes locked and lingered, a silent conversation that said everything their words couldn’t.

Penelope’s calm and captivating presence seemed to draw out every feeling Colin had, leaving him in a state of pure bliss. Their hands brushed against each other, and Colin could feel the soft warmth of her skin, a touch that was both electrifying and soothing. 

When the song ended, Colin, still floating in this almost dreamlike state, asked, “Do you want to go back to the table?” Penelope simply shook her head, not a word spoken. Instead, she gently guided his hand back to her waist, drawing them even closer.

Her nearness made Colin’s breath heavy. The scent of Penelope surrounded him, a delicate fragrance that seemed to mesmerize his every sense. He had never felt anything like this before; being with her was like discovering a whole new world, one that was more vibrant and alive than anything he’d ever known. He was completely lost in the moment, feeling more connected and alive than he ever had before.

As they swayed together, the music softened to a tender, almost sensual hum in the background, creating the perfect soundtrack for the moment. Colin’s gaze never wavered from Penelope’s. Her eyes—God, those eyes—drew him in, making his blood boil in a good way. Time seemed to slow down, stretching the moment as he gently cupped her face, his touch so light it sent a delicious shiver down his spine.

Their breaths mingled in the tiny space between them, each look, each touch feeling like an intimate secret they were sharing. Colin leaned in, his pulse quickening with every inch he closed. He paused, his eyes asking the question, and Penelope answered without words—her eyelids fluttering shut, her lips parting just enough to invite him in.

When their lips finally touched, it felt like a lightning bolt had zapped through Colin’s entire being. The kiss began gently, a cautious dance of lips that sent a thrilling jolt of sensation racing through him. They explored each other with a tentative, almost reverent touch that only heightened the mounting anticipation.

They pulled away slightly, their faces still close, and gazed into each other’s eyes with palpable intensity. Both were breathless, and Colin was certain that Penelope’s heart was racing just as wildly as his own, as they took a moment to process the sheer magnitude of what had just transpired.

Without needing to say a word, the magnetic pull of their mutual desire drew them back together. Their lips met again, this time with a fervor that was more passionate and urgent. It was as if they were trying to make up for lost time, their kiss deepening into something irresistible and undeniably potent.

Colin’s hand slid to the back of Penelope’s neck, his grip fierce as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together with a heated intensity. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her with a sense of possession and need. Penelope’s fingers roamed over his cheek, her touch both delicate and electrifying, sending shivers through him with every brush of her fingertips.

Colin felt a wave of euphoria, as though he were floating on air. With every passing second, he was more convinced that this connection with Penelope was something he had been yearning for his whole life, even if he hadn’t realized it until now.

They were jolted back to reality when someone jostled them on the dance floor. The bubble they'd been cocooned in popped, and the pounding club music rushed in, making Colin blink. Without thinking, he slid his arm behind Penelope, pulling her closer, shielding her from the throng of dancers. She laughed, a light, airy sound that made him grin despite himself. But then, her gaze drifted across the room, landing squarely on Fife, who was currently wrapped up in a rather enthusiastic kiss with Sienna.

Colin felt a flicker of panic. Surely, seeing her boyfriend snogging someone else would snap her out of whatever magic had been brewing between them. He still didn’t have a clue how she felt about Fife or if this whole partner-swapping idea was a bit too much for her.

But instead of freaking out or getting all weird, Penelope just looked back at him, asking, “fancy getting another drink? I’m parched after all that dancing.”

Colin didn’t need to be asked twice. He took her hand, their fingers intertwining so easily it was like they'd done it a thousand times before, and led her off the dance floor. They made their way to the bar, ordered their drinks, and then—awkward silence.

Normally, this was the part where Colin would crack a joke or make some flirty comment, but his brain was mush. This wasn’t just any girl he’d just kissed. This was Penelope. And that kiss… well, that was in a league of its own.

As the bartender worked his magic, Penelope watched intently, like the way the man shook the cocktail shaker was the most fascinating thing in the world. But Colin knew better. She had to be thinking about the kiss. Or worse, about Fife and Sienna’s kiss.

What if she was having second thoughts about this whole open relationship thing? What if she was feeling guilty? What if—oh God—what if his breath had been horrible and she was too polite to say anything?

His palm grew a bit clammy, and he resisted the urge to check his breath. He'd brushed his teeth twice before leaving the house. He was just being ridiculous. But then again, why did this feel so much more intense than any other kiss he’d ever had? Was it because it was Penelope? Or because it was the best damn kiss of his life? Probably both.

Finally, their drinks arrived. Colin forced himself to take a measured sip of his whiskey instead of downing the whole thing in one go. Trying to sound casual, even though he felt like he was about to explode, he asked, “Do you want to stay here or find a table?”

Penelope didn’t answer right away. Instead, she knocked back her drink in one smooth move. Then she licked her bottom lip in a way that made his brain short-circuit. “Actually,” she said, “I would like to kiss you again.”

Colin's heart skipped a beat at Penelope's words, and for a split second, he wondered if he'd misheard her. But the look in her eyes was unmistakable—she was serious. A slow smile curved his lips as he set down his drink, leaning in just a little closer, so their faces were inches apart.

“Well, who am I to refuse such a tempting offer?” he said, his voice low and teasing, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek as he closed the distance between them. 

"Shall we go somewhere more... um, private?"  

Obviously, she didn't want to kiss in front of the bartender. So, intertwining their fingers again, he guided her to a corner of the club, where the lights were dimmer and there were fewer people around. He didn’t even have time to think before he felt Penelope's fingers pushing him against the wall.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, balancing on tiptoe—though even with her heels on, she barely reached his chin—and pressed her lips against Colin’s. This kiss was anything but reserved, a thrilling mix of reckless abandon and unspoken promises. He drew her in tighter, craving the feel of her soft skin against his, but he couldn’t bring himself to part from her deliciously damp, full lips.

She moaned, raising one of her knees and sliding it provocatively against the front of his trousers. Colin felt like he was on fire, every nerve in his body buzzing with intensity. All pretense of decorum vanished as he grabbed her ass, his touch as desperate as it was tender.

He kissed her with a raw, urgent desire that left him breathless. His hands found their way to Penelope's hips, and before he could stop himself, he was pressing against her, feeling her body respond in kind. For a split second, he entertained the wild idea of lifting her legs around his waist right there in the middle of the club. It would only take a slight shift, and it would be so easy…

But he forced himself to pull back, reigning in the almost overwhelming need that threatened to take over. As much as he wanted to give in to the passion simmering between them, he knew this wasn't the right time or place.

With a reluctant sigh, he broke the kiss, gently cupping her face, his thumb grazing her jaw. “You’re something else, Penelope Featherington...” His voice was low, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real.

She smiled, her breath hitching slightly. “And I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Colin Bridgerton. I’m absolutely loving this night with you.”

His heart skipped a beat, but he needed to be sure. “So, do you… do you want a third date?” he asked, carefully, trying to gauge where she stood on the whole partner-swapping situation.

“I do,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.

He searched her eyes, wanting to make sure she was truly certain. “Are you sure about that? Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we have to... I want to move at your pace.”

Penelope didn’t hesitate. She pressed herself even closer, her hips meeting his in a way that made his erection throbbed. “Well, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said with a teasing glint in her eye, “what I want is for us to move at the same pace. Together.”

With that, he captured her lips again in a kiss that was both confident and full of the emotions he'd been holding back, letting her know just how much he wanted this — and her.

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Penelope stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror for what felt like the umpteenth time. She dabbed at her makeup, which she had carefully applied for the third date with Colin and Sienna. The nerves were palpable, like a buzzing in her chest. 

She smoothed her blouse, a simple piece with a modest neckline that she hoped would strike the right balance between casual and alluring. Her mind raced. Colin would be seeing her without her clothes very soon, and the mere thought sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine. What if he didn’t find her attractive?

Most of the time, Penelope felt good about herself, but lately, with the rocky patch she’d been going through with Fife, her self-esteem had taken a hit. It was hard to feel glamorous when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

But Colin wasn’t Fife. No, no, Colin was in a league of his own. He was gentle, respectful, and didn’t pressure her. And let’s not forget — his touch was unforgettable.

A sharp knock on the door and Fife’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Penelope? We’re going to be late.”

She sighed, placing her hands on the sink as if it might ground her. “I’m coming out now.”

She gave herself one last look in the mirror, trying to muster a confident smile. Colin had been nothing but a gentleman from the start. That thought was oddly reassuring, making her believe that everything would be alright. The nerves were just a sign that she wanted everything to go off without a hitch.

“Why the delay? “ Fife’s voice was now tinged with frustration as she emerged from the bathroom. “We can’t keep Sienna and Colin waiting.”

“I was just finishing my makeup. Sorry.”

“Let’s go!” he snapped, his impatience palpable, as he brushed past her and headed towards the apartment door.

In the taxi, the ride was steeped in silence. They were on their way to Colin’s place for the third date, as planned.

Penelope’s mind wandered back to their last outing. That night at the club had been a whirlwind of passion and intensity. She remembered kissing him for the first time and almost melting into his embrace before surrendering to the desire that had been building inside her.

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory of how she had practically thrown herself into his arms, allowing the sensations he stirred in her to take over. She even felt a tinge of embarrassment afterward. She had never acted so spontaneously or with such fervor before. But Colin seemed to awaken something in her — something that had been lying dormant and was now very much awake and demanding attention.

Colin paced the room, his nerves frayed as he glanced repeatedly at the clock and the door. Each time a car passed by, his heart leaped in his chest. He knew he should be calm, but the thought of Penelope’s arrival had him in a state of frantic anticipation. His mind spun with a whirlwind of thoughts, all focused on making the evening absolutely perfect.

Sienna moved around him, putting the final touches on everything. She caught sight of Colin’s anxious demeanor and, with a knowing look, approached him with a bottle of wine. She poured a generous splash into his glass.

“Here, have a sip” she said, offering him a soothing smile. “It’ll help you unwind a bit.

Colin took the wine with a grateful nod, savoring the warmth that spread through him. “Thanks. I really appreciate you being here.”

Sienna gave a playful smirk and quipped, “Well, I am being paid quite handsomely for this.”

“My wallet certainly feels that,” Colin chuckled, feeling a bit of the tension in his shoulders ease. Indeed, Sienna’s role as his girlfriend for the evening was not an unpaid gig. “And how’s it been with Fife? A challenge to deal with?” He plopped down on the sofa, letting the wine do its job of unwinding him.

“It’s not as dreadful as I expected. He’s a bit clingy and can’t stop talking about himself,” she said, rolling her eyes with a hint of exasperation. “But I’ve dealt with guys like that before.”

“I might just have to give you a raise for this.”

“I like the sound of that,” Sienna said with a grin, lifting her glass for a celebratory toast. Settling back into the sofa, she added, “you know, this is actually the first time a guy has hired me to pretend to be his girlfriend just to get a girlfriend. Usually, it’s for… well, you know… other types of arrangements.”

“That must be quite the intense job,” Colin remarked.

“It is, indeed.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “But it’s a win-win when the client is easy on the eyes and good in bed, so it’s not so bad.”

Colin chuckled again, his mood lifting. Sienna had been his first choice for a fake girlfriend. He had met her years ago, given her history as a former flame of his brother Anthony.

When he first proposed this idea to her, she’d thought he was a bit unhinged. And if Colin was honest with himself, it did sound a touch mad. He marveled at the lengths he was willing to go for Penelope, but when he thought about her, any sacrifice seemed worthwhile.

“You really want her, don’t you?” Sienna asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“I do,” Colin replied, his voice steady. “More than I ever thought I’d want anyone in my life.”

“Then go for it. Don’t let her slip away.”

Colin's resolve was firm; he had no intention of letting that happen. He longed for Penelope, to care for her, love her, and protect her. But first, he needed to extricate her from Fife’s life. More pressing was figuring out where Penelope’s heart truly lay. Was she too entangled with her boyfriend? The kisses they shared at the club hinted at something more profound, but what exactly?

The problem was, he couldn’t discern Penelope’s feelings that night. It would be awkward to gauge her emotions with Fife so near. His strategy was to subtly assert his presence, hoping to gradually win her over. Tonight had to be about solidifying his place in her life, paving the way for her to see him as more than just the guy she was partner-swapping with.

As the doorbell rang and Fife and Penelope entered, Colin straightened up and forced a bright, welcoming smile. He needed to be the perfect host, to show Penelope how delightful time with him could be. And, if all went as planned, to eventually prove that he could offer her something far beyond what Fife could provide.

“Good evening!” Colin said, approaching her with a warm, genuine smile. His eyes sought to convey the depth of his feelings, hoping she could sense just how much he cared.

"Sorry we're late," Fife said, stepping forward to greet Sienna with a warm smile. "Penelope got a bit carried away with her makeup."

Penelope almost rolled her eyes but resisted the urge. They weren’t late at all, but Fife had a knack for these little digs, always managing to subtly put her down in front of others.

"Well, it was definitely worth the wait," Colin chimed in, standing close by. "Your makeup is absolutely flawless."

Penelope beamed, feeling a rush of gratitude. She had no idea that behind Colin's charming smile, he was already imagining how deliciously satisfying it would be to smudge that perfect lipstick with a kiss.

"Wine, anyone?" Sienna offered, her voice as smooth as the rich red she was pouring, gesturing towards the inviting couch.

As Colin helped Penelope out of her coat, she couldn't help but take in the apartment with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. The place was just as she had imagined—spacious, with a kind of understated elegance that was all Colin. Light flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the city.

The decor was effortlessly chic, with sleek, modern furniture in soft, neutral tones. Books and art pieces were meticulously arranged on light wood shelves, each item carefully chosen, likely mementos from Colin’s globetrotting adventures. A minimalist sculpture, the kind of thing that only someone with a truly refined eye would appreciate, caught her attention. The walls were painted a calming shade of gray, with deep blue accents that made the whole space feel both serene and sophisticated.

But something was off. Penelope noticed that, for all its polish, the apartment didn’t have any hint of Sienna’s warmth. 

"Your home is absolutely gorgeous," she said, taking the glass of wine that Sienna handed her as she sank into the plush couch. "So cozy."

"Thanks," Colin replied, settling in beside her. His face was calm, but inside, his mind was already wandering back to the thought of kissing her, of smearing that perfect lipstick with passion.

After a few glasses of wine and some light-hearted banter, the room naturally split into pairs. Colin and Penelope found themselves cozied up on a loveseat, while Sienna and Fife were practically glued together on the smaller couch across the room, whispering and grinning like they were old lovers. Colin couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Sienna really was a gem at her job. Maybe he really should bump up her pay. 

“You’ve got a lot of interesting pieces here. I can tell you’ve been to some amazing places.” Penelope took a slow, appreciative sip of her wine, letting her eyes wander over the carefully curated shelves.

Colin was quick to refill her glass, his eyes following her every move. That wine was exquisite — rich, velvety, and just the right amount of indulgent. And suddenly, the thought struck him: how would it taste mixed with the warmth of her lips? The idea was as intoxicating as the drink itself, lingering in his mind as he watched her take another sip, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him.

Colin smiled, leaning back into the couch, his arm casually draped along the back, just close enough that Penelope could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I do like to bring back a little something from everywhere I go. Keeps the memories alive.”

“Must be nice,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his. “To have all those memories to look back on.”

Colin’s gaze lingered on her, his smile never wavering, but she could see the flicker of something more in his eyes. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed, his voice lowering a fraction. “But sometimes, the best memories are the ones you’re still making.”

Penelope’s heart skipped a beat at the way he said it, his words carrying a deeper meaning that wasn’t lost on her. She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to maintain her composure. In an attempt to distract herself from the tension growing between them, she glanced over at Sienna and Fife, only to find them sharing a soft, lingering kiss. The sight sent a wave of contradictory emotions through her.

She wasn’t sure what to make of it, but before she could fully process her feelings, she felt the gentle touch of Colin’s hand on hers. The warmth of his skin against hers made her pulse quicken, and she turned to look at him.

“Are you okay?” Colin asked softly.

Penelope nodded, but her thoughts were a whirlwind. Colin’s touch was light, almost hesitant, but the way his thumb brushed against her hand sent a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Colin’s gaze searched her face, his expression serious. “If you’re uncomfortable, just say the word. Do you want them to stop? I can…”

But Penelope wasn’t listening. Her focus had drifted to his lips, the way they moved as he spoke, the way they had smiled at her moments ago. She wasn’t thinking about Fife or Sienna anymore; all she could think about was how much she wanted to feel those lips against hers.

Without a second thought, she leaned in, closing the small distance between them, and pressed her lips to his in a light, tentative kiss. It was soft and brief, but it caught Colin off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as he processed what had just happened.

“Shall we continue this conversation in the bedroom?” she asked, her voice a mix of breathless excitement and daring as she pulled away.

Colin was momentarily taken aback by her boldness but managed a nod. 

“I just need a minute to freshen up,” Penelope said, flashing him a quick smile before darting off.

Colin watched her go and then turned his attention to Sienna, who was being lavished with kisses from Fife. With a subtle gesture they’d agreed upon, he signaled that it was time to move things along.

Sienna caught his cue and leaned in close to Fife, whispering, “How about we head to the bedroom?” His face lit up with a grin, and he eagerly stood up, following her lead.

Moments later, Penelope returned from the bathroom, her dress perfectly adjusted and her composure intact. She glanced at the now-empty spot where Fife and Sienna had been but chose not to comment. Instead, she turned to Colin, her hand outstretched, “Shall we?”

Colin took her hand in his, his lips brushing against her fingers with a soft, lingering kiss before he intertwined their fingers. He guided her down the corridor toward the bedrooms, his steps purposeful but gentle. When he opened the door to the master bedroom, he gestured for Penelope to step inside.

The room was a testament to Colin's understated elegance. It was spacious, yet inviting, with a large, plush bed dressed in crisp white linens and a scatter of pillows in soothing shades of gray and navy. The walls, painted a soft, serene blue, were framed by dark wood accents and a sleek, modern dresser that complemented the sophisticated decor. 

Colin’s voice, filled with a trace of nervousness, broke the silence. “Are you sure?” 

Penelope met his gaze with a confidence that left no room for doubt. “Never been more sure in my life.”

And with that, Colin’s hesitation melted away. He leaned in, closing the gap between them and pulled Penelope closer, as if drawn by an irresistible magnet. His lips, still tinged with the smoky taste of the wine, brushed against hers. They began a slow, tender exploration of her face, her eyes, her hair — like an artist tracing every detail of a beloved canvas. 

When his lips, eager and warm, found her neck, Penelope’s knees went weak, a rush of emotions surging through her, urging her to surrender. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and it felt as if there was no fabric between them, just an intense heat radiating from one body to the other, as if they were made to fit together.

He was a force of nature — strong, commanding, almost intimidatingly powerful. And yet, Penelope seemed to wield an unspoken power over him, making his breath come in short, heavy bursts. She was aware of the effect she had on him, but at the same time, she found herself completely swept away by the seductive tide of the moment.

Colin's hands roamed up and down Penelope's spine, pulling her firmly against the hardness of his body, and she couldn’t help but marvel at the raw intensity of his kisses. 

It was as if they were not just two people making out for the second time but former lovers rediscovered, surrendering to a hunger that demanded satisfaction. The air crackled with an electric fervor, each kiss more urgent than the last, leaving both of them on the edge of something wonderfully uncharted. 

Pulling back from the kiss, he gently guided her to the bed, helping her settle on the edge of the mattress with a tender touch. Dropping to his knees beside her, he unhurriedly slipped off her shoes, his fingers brushing against her skin with a careful, almost reverent touch. 

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, but suddenly a wave of panic hit her. What if she had misread the look in Colin’s eyes? Would his desire for her be as real and intense as the feelings she was experiencing in this unexpectedly magical moment?  

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, gently running his fingers through her hair.  

Then, without warning, he pressed his lips to her breast. Penelope was caught off guard, so engrossed in the moment that she couldn't even recall when he had managed to unbutton her blouse. She was struggling to keep track of all the sensations Colin was stirring up with every touch. They were so exhilarating that she felt a bit lightheaded. She had never been so utterly swept away by desire before.

Fife had never stirred up that kind of feverish longing in her. Penelope had never craved his touch with the urgency she now felt for even the smallest caress from Colin. When he began to gently nip at her nipple, it was so intense that she felt she might burst out with a shout, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure.

Penelope was practically floating on a cloud of sensations, and as the scent of Colin’s lotion mingled with the heady warmth of his desire, her heart started to race like it was auditioning for a racing car.  

She could feel Colin’s powerful erection growing increasingly firm, making her body ache in response to the electric thrill. She leaned back, giving him a playful nudge to gently kiss nipples. Every inch of Penelope’s being was pleading for a relief from the escalating yearning. She could hear her heart thundering away and waves of warmth cascading over her.

He carefully helped her out of her clothes, and when she was finally naked, he paused for a moment, taking a breath. Penelope shut her eyes, her face flushing with a mix of shyness and anticipation as she felt his gaze sweep over her from head to toe. It was as if she was being stripped bare emotionally as well as physically.

“Look at me.” he commanded. 

And she did, locking onto those deep blue eyes, sensing an emotion she couldn’t quite place. Was it just desire? Or was it something more?

She didn’t have long to wonder, because in the next moment, Colin leaned in and pressed his lips to hers again, this time, with an almost reckless sensuality. Penelope let out a soft, pleasure-filled moan and clung to him as if he were her lifeline.

He kissed her gently just below the earlobe, and watched as a delightful shiver danced across her skin. As he heard her soft sigh, he let his lips trail slowly down her face, savoring each tender kiss as he descended to her neck. Her scent was a refreshing burst of citrus, sophisticated yet utterly enchanting — one that promised to be his new obsession.

“Beautiful…” Colin murmured, allowing his nimble fingers to wander over her chest until they touched a nipple.

He coaxed soft sighs from her as he explored her with a deliberate tenderness. His warm tongue glided over her skin, savoring its velvety texture, the fresh citrus scent, and the gentle curves of her belly. Each touch was an intimate discovery of the warm, yielding softness of her body.

“Oh, you don’t have to do this…” she said as he knelt between her legs. She loved being eaten out, but she had gotten so used to never receiving it in her relationship with Fife. Colin looked at her, frowning, and she tried to explain, “Just put on the condom.” She was overflowing with repressed passion to the point that just having Colin inside her would be enough for an orgasm.

But instead of simply putting on the condom, he leaned back over her, his face inches close to hers. “I do have to do this,” he murmured, inching closer until his lips were nearly grazing hers. Penelope could feel the warmth of his breath, and as he whispered, “But more than that, I want to do this,” his words wrapped around her like a promise.

Before she could even think of a response, he kissed her. His kiss was bold and urgent, as though his tongue was laying claim, showing her in that heated moment just how deeply he wanted to be between her legs.

Penelope sighed deeply as her lips finally left his. Colin's gaze, warm and intense, was something she’d never thought she’d experience from any man. He made her feel not just wanted but truly cherished, cared for in a way that was almost intoxicating.

Is this what sex should feel like? The two were just in foreplay and that was already the best sex of her life. To think she’d been settling for so little, convinced it was the best she could ever have. 

“I want to eat you.” He said, with a sincerity that made her heart flutter. “I really do… I've been thinking about it for ages…”

And with that, he slid kisses down her belly. Penelope felt a swirl of questions rising up, but they got stuck in her throat. He'd been thinking about this for so long? What did that even mean? 

But as soon as he touched her with his tongue, her swirling thoughts melted away. Her body tensed for a brief moment before it surrendered to the comfort of his touch. He didn't go straight for her clit, preferring to tease her with tongue and lips until she was practically rubbing herself against his face, eager for a deeper touch.

When Colin's tongue finally zeroed in on the spot of hers that was throbbing, craving satisfaction, she let out a contented sigh, and he did the same. His sigh seemed to echo through Penelope’s body, sending little shivers skittering across her skin. It was as if his tongue were starving for this moment, licking her with an almost desperate intensity. She squirmed under his touch, a warm, blissful sensation spreading through her. It felt wonderful — almost dangerously good.

Colin ate her with a blend of passion and eagerness, and Penelope clung to his hair with one hand, needing something solid to anchor her in the flood of sensations. When he started fingering her, she inadvertently tugged at his hair, causing him to groan. Panicking, she quickly withdrew her hand, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

Their eyes locked, and he tilted his face up, his chin glistening and his lips still dewy. Penelope braced herself for him to pull away, but instead, to her delight, he took her hand and guided it back into his hair. 

“Touch me,” he said softly.

So she did. Her fingers wove through his brown locks, savoring their softness. Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, she gave a playful tug, rewarded by his low, appreciative murmur.

Colin savored the way her touch seemed to lay claim to him. He wanted this — her dominance over every inch of him, her mark on him, as if she were making him entirely her own. Each of her sighs seemed to ripple through him like a jolt of electricity, sparking an intense, almost unbearable desire. He felt so consumed with passion that it was as if he might explode at any second.

Penelope felt utterly out of her depth, as if she were on the cusp of something monumental. A deep, throbbing heat pressed insistently against her belly, and before long, her entire body tensed, that intense warmth bursting through her veins like a rush of euphoria. For Penelope, it was the most exquisite sensation imaginable — her own little slice of heaven.

While her body was still trembling, as if she was barely tethered to the ground and might drift away at any moment, he climbed on top of her with tender kisses. 

"We're not done yet." Colin murmured. He knew that tasting Penelope was like stepping onto a one-way street. After just one taste, he was hooked — completely and utterly addicted.

He leaned over her, his kisses leaving a wet trail down her neck, collarbone, and shoulders until they reached her breasts. They were beautiful and large, just as he had imagined, but somehow even better than his fantasies. He kissed the flushed skin of one breast while squeezing the other between his fingers. 

Penelope was astonished by the depth of pleasure she was experiencing. Good God, she thought. That man could take her to the edge of a cliff, and she’d leap without a second thought. He could do whatever he wanted with her, as long as it was him doing it.

Lust spread through Colin’s veins, replacing his blood. His entire body reacted to her, wanting to take her for his own. He couldn't wait any longer, so he pulled away with one last kiss on her lips and finally grabbed a condom. 

She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at him with eyes that were gloriously glazed with pleasure. She was an absolutely stunning vision: her breasts marked with his kisses, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders and framing her face, and her pussy glistening with a delicate glow from her orgasm. He could easily spend days just admiring this incredible woman.

He slowly undressed, his gaze locked on her the whole time, and she followed suit. There was a look of raw, hungry desire on Colin’s face, and Penelope couldn’t help but feel a thrill of wonder, knowing she was the reason for it all.

He settled down next to her and picked up where he’d left off with the kisses. Penelope drew him in, holding him tightly in her arms, moving together in perfect harmony with the rhythm of Colin’s heartbeat.

Penelope savored the mixture of flavors from their mouths. It was infinitely erotic to know that that same mouth had brought her to an intense orgasm moments before. She let her hands wander down his broad back, feeling each muscle shift under her fingertips, until she reached his buttocks and gave them the squeeze she’d been yearning to give since their very first dinner. 

He let out a deep groan as he finally felt Penelope’s warm, inviting softness surrounding his cock. It was pure bliss. Nestling his head against her shoulder and collarbone, he took a slow, steady breath before beginning to move with deliberate slowness, relishing every moment. It truly felt like heaven.

Colin had envisioned their first time as something classic and memorable, a moment that would set the tone for what he hoped would be countless more. But the truth was, he was already imagining fucking her everywhere and anywhere — every corner of his house, her house, or any place their hearts might lead them. The location was secondary; what mattered was simply Penelope’s presence, filling his world with something he couldn’t quite put into words but knew was utterly essential.

His hands slid over her curves, pulling her in close as he began to guide her hips in a gentle, rhythmic sway. The spark between them, kindled a few weeks ago and stoked with every stolen moment, had grown into a blazing inferno. Now, it surged wildly, as untamed and fervent as a summer storm. 

Colin’s movements grew frantic, causing her to moan with pleasure as he quickened his pace with every motion. She moved in sync with him, teasing and responding in kind. Then, he suddenly paused, their eyes meeting with a powerful intensity. It was as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving just the two of them in their own little haven.

“Colin…” she breathed, her fingers digging into his back, a mix of urgency and tenderness in her touch.

“Your body was made for pleasure…” he whispered, his words like silk against her skin, his lips brushing over her delicate nipple before nipping it. The sensation sent a shiver through Penelope. “You were meant for this... to be adored... you were made for me.”

Penelope's heart fluttered at his words, even as a small voice in her head warned her not to read too much into them. She knew people said all sorts of things in the heat of passion, words that often dissolved in the light of day. 

But those thoughts seemed miles away now, almost absurd. The way they were wrapped around each other, it was as if they weren’t just two people fucking for the first time but two souls who had been entwined for years.

Before her mind could wander any further, Colin’s lips found hers again, silencing her doubts and pulling her back into the here and now. His kiss was all-consuming, a force of nature that left only raw, undiluted sensation in its wake.

The kiss deepened the fiery heat just beneath her skin, and without thinking, she arched her hips upward, her whole body trembling with anticipation, eager to meet his every move. It wasn’t just about wanting him; it was as if she was fiercely claiming her own pleasure, like a warrior determined to win a deeply personal battle.

With a deep, appreciative groan, Colin responded in kind, his hands tightening on her hips, matching her rhythm with a newfound urgency. It was as if they were perfectly in sync, her determination igniting something primal within him. 

His voice, rough and breathless, slipped out in a ragged whisper, "Fuck, Pen… I'm gonna cum," before he let himself go, losing all sense of time and place in the intoxicating rhythm they'd created together. The rough, guttural sound he made as he climaxed sent a cascade of shivers down her spine.

Then Penelope felt herself floating, every inch of her alive with the thrill of another orgasm, as if she were being lifted higher and higher, far away from everything else, until nothing existed but the electrifying connection between them.

It was simply glorious to feel that sense of completeness, as if everything was exactly as it should be.

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Colin stood by the window, gazing at the twinkling city lights, trying to piece together everything that had unraveled that evening. Penelope and Fife had just left, the night had stretched into the small hours, but he was still buzzing, every nerve alive with excitement.

It was all so surreal. Each moment had been like a page torn from a romance novel, the kind that actually made you believe in love again. He felt this dizzying blend of calm and exhilaration, a strange mix of feeling both utterly safe and wildly exposed. It had to be love. What else could explain this beautiful madness?

"Daydreaming about her already?" Sienna's voice cut through his thoughts as she sauntered into the room, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she made a beeline for the couch.

Colin turned, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Can’t seem to help myself."

"And now?" Sienna asked, plopping down with the air of someone who already knew the answer but wanted to hear it anyway.

"Tomorrow, I’m messaging Fife to set up the next date. But this time, I’m cooking for her. I want her to see that I’m the whole package—romance, charm, and culinary skills," he said with a wink, the plan already taking shape in his mind.

Sienna chuckled, grabbing her coat and bag from the couch, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That’s the cliché, isn’t it? The way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach."

"Leaving already?"

"Yep. Long night, and I’ve got singing practice tomorrow. Gotta keep these pipes in shape," she said, patting her throat dramatically.

"I was going to ask how your night with Fife went.”

Sienna chuckled again, a little more wickedly this time, and Colin's brow furrowed in confusion. "What’s so funny?" he asked, feeling a twinge of suspicion.

She settled back into the couch, "Oh, the night was going well — until it wasn’t."

"Until it wasn’t?" Colin echoed, leaning forward, intrigued.

"Yeah, we were kissing, everything was smooth sailing, and then he said he needed to grab a condom from his wallet from the living room. But when he comes back, he’s acting all weird, like a different person altogether."

"Weird how?" Colin pressed, now fully invested in the unfolding drama.

"One minute we’re fine, and the next, he’s as cold as an iceberg. I think he heard something."

"Heard something? Like what?" Colin asked, his mind racing.

Sienna gave him a look that was equal parts amused and exasperated, as if he was missing something obvious. "I think he heard Penelope’s moans. Because when he walked past your room to get to the living room, he came back looking like he’d seen a ghost."

Colin’s jaw dropped slightly, the pieces falling into place. "Oh," he muttered. “And then? What happened?”

Sienna leaned back, her smile widening, clearly enjoying the retelling. “Well, he said he needed to use the bathroom,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. “And, Colin, I swear he was in there forever. When he finally came out, I’m pretty sure he’d been crying. I heard these little sobs, and honestly, I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him.”

Colin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Fife? Crying? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sienna gave a little shrug, as if it were the strangest yet most fascinating thing in the world. “He came out looking upset. But I didn’t want to make it any more awkward than it already was, so I suggested we open a bottle of wine and just… talk about something else, you know? We tried to pretend the whole bathroom thing never happened.”

Colin was still reeling from the idea of Fife, the one who had been so gung-ho about this whole arrangement, having a breakdown. “So… nothing else happened between you two?”

Sienna shook her head, a laugh escaping her. “No way. The vibe was gone, Colin. He completely checked out after that.”

Colin ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the bizarre turn of events. “Honestly, I thought he’d be all over you. I mean, he was the one pushing for this whole couple swap in the first place. And you were there, ready to go, and he just… didn’t?”

Sienna leaned in, her tone turning reflective. “It’s more common than you’d think. Guys come up with these wild ideas, thinking it’s going to be all fun and games, but the minute they see their girlfriend with someone else, they completely lose it. They just assume she’s going to be happy with whatever crumbs they throw her way. It never occurs to them that she might want, or deserve, more,  and that she could actually find it.”

Colin sat there for a moment, absorbing what she said. “I don’t know if I should feel sorry for him or not.”

“Don’t,” Sienna said firmly, her eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “He’s a jerk. During our conversations, he kept comparing me to Penelope, like he was trying to flatter me while putting her down. He thought I’d like hearing that I was better than his girlfriend, but it just made me think less of him. I hate when guys try to pit women against each other."

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Colin asked, feeling his pity for Fife morph into something much sharper—like the desire to punch the guy.

“Because I knew you’d want to deck him, and that would’ve messed up everything with Penelope.” She stretched and let out a little yawn, completely unbothered. “So, do you think he’ll be up for another round now that he’s realized just how much you’ve rattled his cage with Penelope?”

“I hope so. I’m not giving up on Penelope,” he said, with a conviction that surprised even him. If Fife decided to back out, Colin would just have to come up with another strategy. Surrender wasn’t in his vocabulary.

She stood up. "Well, keep me posted. I need to head out now. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Colin stood up as well, walking her to the door. "Thanks, Sienna. None of this would have worked without you."

She smiled warmly. “Oh, it was nothing. But if you really want to thank me, you know my bank details. Feel free to express your gratitude there too.”

Colin chuckled. As soon as Sienna left, his thoughts drifted back to Penelope, and he found himself replaying every moment of their incredible night together, like a favorite movie he couldn’t stop watching.

The ride back from Colin’s place was as quiet as the journey there, which suited Penelope just fine. As the taxi glided through the twinkling London streets, she let her mind wander back to Colin. His touch, his kisses—God, they were like something out of a dream. He’d put her pleasure first, and what amazed her was how much it seemed to please him too. He was such a generous lover, and not just in the physical sense—he was genuinely selfless. 

They arrived back at the apartment, with Fife stomping ahead like a sulky teenager. Penelope trailed behind, noticing the way his shoulders hunched, as if he was carrying the weight of the world—or at least the weight of his own bruised ego. What on earth was wrong with him? She wasn’t sure she even wanted to ask, not when the evening had been so... well, unexpectedly wonderful. Why spoil it with whatever bad mood Fife was determined to bring home?

But as soon as they got inside, Fife chucked his keys onto the sofa with all the grace of a toddler throwing a tantrum and marched straight into their bedroom without so much as a word. That was when Penelope started to worry.

She took her time in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water, trying to figure out if she should go after him or just leave him to his sulk. But in the end, she couldn’t resist. She took a deep breath and followed him, finding him sprawled on the bed, looking like the world’s grumpiest bear.

“What’s with the face?” Penelope asked, not bothering to sugarcoat it.

“There’s no face,” Fife muttered, arms crossed tightly over his chest, like a child who’d been told he couldn’t have dessert.

“Right, because this is your happy look,” she shot back, a sharp edge to her voice as she pulled off her earrings and set them on the vanity. Honestly, she was knackered. All she wanted was a long bath and the comfort of her bed, not to be dragged into some pointless row. But then Fife’s voice cut through her thoughts, making her pause.

“It’s just... funny, isn’t it?” he said, voice dripping with bitterness. “How you were so against the whole partner swap idea, and now you’re walking around with a bloody glow about you.”

“Is this some kind of joke, Fife?” Penelope demanded, her voice trembling with disbelief. “You’re the one who pushed for this whole setup. You finally got to kiss Sienna. Isn’t that what you wanted? So why the sour face now?”

"Because you... You..." He stumbled, getting up from the bed, clearly desperate to find a way to hurt her. "Because you liked it! You liked fucking Colin!"

Penelope was flabbergasted. Fife’s accusation was utterly nonsensical, especially considering the whole point of the evening was for her to fuck Colin while he was busy with Sienna.

“And wasn’t that exactly what was supposed to happen?” she retorted, her frown deepening as it dawned on her. “Oh, I see now. You’re saying I wasn’t meant to enjoy it. Only you were allowed to have a good time.”

She had thought Fife had already hit the height of pettiness, but apparently, there were new heights yet to be reached.

“That’s not what this is about, Penelope!” Fife erupted, his voice rising to an almost comical level of indignation. “Can’t you see? You were the one who didn’t want to go out with Colin and Sienna, but now you’re acting like it was the best thing since sliced bread. Like you… like you’d rather be fucking Colin than me. That’s just wrong. Everything about this is wrong!”

Penelope stared at him, a seething anger bubbling up inside her. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to hurl something at him. It would be a bit of a mess to clean up, and she had enough on her plate. With a cold, clear insight, she realized their entire relationship was a manipulation game: Fife was always undermining her chance at happiness. To him, the only rule was that he had all the fun, and she had to make all the sacrifices. It was as if he were a joy-sucking dementor.

“Well, Colin actually fucks better than you,” she said softly, her voice carrying an unsettling calm.

“Sorry, what?” Fife’s face went slack, a mix of shock and disbelief.

"That’s right,” Penelope continued, her tone almost serene. “Colin it's a far more superior lover than you.”

Fife’s shock rapidly escalated into fury. "You can’t just say that to me, Penelope! I’m your boyfriend!” 

“Not anymore,” Penelope said firmly. “We’re done, Fife.”

“Are you seriously breaking up with me right now?” He was dumbfounded, his voice rising in disbelief. “You can’t do this!”

“I’m already doing it,” Penelope said, her determination growing stronger. “Tomorrow, I’ll come by to collect my things. I hope I don’t have to see you again.”

“You’re throwing all of this away over a fuck?” Fife’s face turned a shade of crimson, his frustration boiling over. 

Penelope met his gaze with an unyielding stare. “It’s not just about sex, Fife. It’s about everything. You’ve never respected me, and it’s always been about your pleasure, never mine. I’m done living in your shadow.”

“So that’s it? You think you’ll be happier with someone else? Or do you think Colin’s going to dump his girlfriend for you?” Fife sneered, his laughter dripping with malice. "Just look at yourself, Penelope! No one will ever want you! You’ll end up alone!”

Penelope’s heart sank at his words, but she wasn’t about to let him see it. She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. No more letting him chip away at her. Not tonight, not ever again. "I’d rather be alone than with someone who makes me feel worthless. If that means being single, then so be it.”

“You’ll regret this,” Fife spat out, his bitterness palpable. 

“I doubt that. I think I’ll discover that I’m better off without you.” She turned on her heel, grabbed her purse from the living room, and stepped out of the apartment.

The cool night air was a refreshing balm against the heat of their argument. As she walked away, Penelope felt a mixture of heaviness and newfound resolve. She had taken the first step toward reclaiming her own happiness, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

Colin emerged from the bathroom, towel in hand, hair still dripping wet and slicked back. He had a ritual of taking a shower before bed — it was his way of unwinding and setting the stage for a peaceful night’s sleep. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was floating on a cloud of contentment. After all, it had been the best night of his life.

Having Penelope wrapped in his arms had been nothing short of miraculous. Each moment with her was a whirlwind of laughter, moans, and sweet sighs. The touch of her skin, the warmth of her kisses — every second was an exquisite blend of tenderness and passion. Colin felt he could have simply melted away in that moment, and he would have left this world as the happiest man imaginable.

Grinning to himself, he headed towards the bedroom to slip into his pajamas. But just as he was about to do so, the sudden blare of his phone shattered the calm. Dropping the towel, he sprinted toward the living room, heart racing with the hope that it might be Penelope calling.

When he finally snatched up the phone, his optimism was dashed as he saw Fife’s name flashing on the screen. Why was Fife calling now, and so late at night? Panic flared. Had something happened to Penelope?

“Hello?” Colin answered, his voice laced with concern.

“Colin?” Fife’s voice was thick with emotion, clearly distressed.

“Yes, Fife. What’s happened?” Colin’s stomach churned.

“Colin, it’s Penelope. She left!” Fife’s voice cracked, a sob barely concealed behind his words.

“What? What do you mean she left?” Colin’s heart felt like it was in freefall.

“We had this massive row. Said things we shouldn’t have. And then she said it was over. She broke up with me,” Fife’s voice trembled, each word heavy with anguish.

“Do you know where she is?” Colin’s concern shifted entirely from Fife to Penelope. His mind raced with worry for her safety and well-being.

“She just… left. I don’t know where she went.”

“Have you tried calling her?” Colin’s anxiety spiked.

“I did, but she won’t answer. What am I supposed to do?”

Before Colin could respond, his doorbell rang, slicing through the tension. Distracted, he barely registered who might be at the door before flinging it open. There stood Penelope, looking lost and vulnerable, her eyes wide and uncertain. For a split second, Colin’s throat went dry, while Fife’s frantic voice continued to echo in his ear.

“Can I come in?” Penelope’s voice was soft, almost fragile. Colin, grappling with the shock of her unexpected appearance, stepped aside to let her in. She moved past him, heading straight for the sofa as if it were her safe harbor.

“Colin? Are you there?” Fife’s frantic voice crackled through the phone.

“Look, Fife, I need to call you back later. Actually, I don’t think I’ll be calling you again." With that, he ended the call, unable to handle another second of Fife’s distress while trying to absorb the unexpected arrival of Penelope.

Penelope perched nervously on Colin's sofa, her hands fidgeting as though they might run off and leave her to figure out this mess alone. Honestly, what was she doing here?

The row with Fife had thrown her completely off balance, and without thinking, she'd found herself at Colin’s place—the last refuge where she’d felt a bit of peace. But now, surrounded by his belongings and the faint scent of whatever it was he used to make his flat smell like cedar and laundry day, she felt like an imposter. Because let’s not forget, Colin had a girlfriend. A proper, flesh-and-blood, not-at-all-hypothetical girlfriend.

So why on earth did she think she belonged here? What was this bizarre pull she felt towards Colin? She watched as he hung up the phone, a look of concern etched on his face, and moved towards her. Great, now she had his worry to deal with as well.

“What happened, Pen?” he asked, his voice gentle, the nickname making her insides do a weird little flip.

It was so easy, so familiar, like they’d been sharing secrets and inside jokes for years. But they hadn’t. Not really. They’d had sex about two hours ago, so yes, technically, they’d crossed into that other territory. Still, this felt...different. Deeper, somehow.

“Do you want something to drink? Water?” Colin offered, his voice all calm and soothing, like she was a wild animal he didn’t want to startle.

“Water would be nice,” she replied, watching as he headed to the kitchen. She stayed put, her thoughts spinning like a dryer on full whack, trying to make sense of it all.

When Colin came back, he handed her the glass, and she practically gulped it down, using the moment to gather her scrambled thoughts.

“What happened, Pen?” Colin asked again, his voice a touch more tentative this time. “Fife called me... He said you two had a fight... that you broke up.”

She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with air like it was the first time she’d breathed in days. “Yes, we did. We broke up.” She let out a long, weary sigh, the weight of the evening settling on her shoulders. “I should have done it ages ago.”

“Are you okay?” Colin’s concern was so sincere it almost made her want to cry.

“Better than I thought I’d be,” she admitted, feeling a surprising wave of relief wash over her. “I feel like I’ve finally dropped a ton of emotional baggage.”

“I’m glad for you,” Colin said, his smile warming her from the inside out, like a cup of tea on a freezing day.

Her heart did a funny little jump. No, no, no, this could not be happening. She couldn’t be falling for Colin. Not so fast. But there it was, plain as day —  she was.

“Where’s Sienna?” she asked, forcing herself to look away from him, her eyes scanning the room. She needed to remind herself that Colin had a girlfriend.

“At her place,” Colin said, scooting a bit closer on the sofa.

The room seemed to shrink, the air between them thickening with something she didn’t dare name. Her breath hitched in her throat, and before she could think better of it, she sprang to her feet, putting a bit of distance between them.

“Colin, I’m sorry... I don’t know why I came here. I... I...” She trailed off, her brain frantically reminding her that he had a girlfriend, and this was a bad idea.

“What, Penelope?” Colin’s eyes were fixed on hers, and the intensity there made her knees feel like jelly. His voice dropped to a low murmur, “Did you come here for me?”

Her heart hammered against her ribs, and for a moment, she just stared at him. If this was wrong, why did it feel so incredibly right?

“Did you come for me, Penelope?” Colin repeated.

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, each second loaded with the weight of what she might say next. Finally, in a voice that barely held together, she whispered, “Yes. I came for you, Colin.”

That was all he needed. Colin stood up and crossed the room in a flash, pulling her into his arms and kissing her like the world outside had just ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them to finally, finally give in to what had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Colin kissed her with a kind of desperation, the kind that makes you forget to breathe, that makes your knees go weak and your brain turn to mush. But even as the heat of the moment wrapped around her like a too-warm blanket, Penelope felt a prickle of doubt. She pulled back, just a bit, enough to put a hand on his chest to stop him. Her heart was hammering, and it took everything in her to whisper, "This isn’t right..."

The words felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else, because, really, what she wanted more than anything was to just give in. Everything about this felt right—well, except for the tiny little fact that Colin had a girlfriend. And Penelope, no matter how much she wanted him, wasn’t about to be that woman. She couldn’t, just couldn’t, be the person who wrecked someone else’s relationship. Even if Colin was standing there, looking at her like she was the only person in the world.

"You have a girlfriend," she managed to say, her voice wobbling a bit as she tried to hold on to her resolve. "I can’t do this to her... I just can’t..."

But before she could go on, Colin interrupted, "I don’t have a girlfriend."

Penelope blinked at him, confusion clouding her mind. "What? What do you mean? Did you break up too?"

Colin gently took her hand, his touch sending a jolt through her, and led her to the sofa, like what he was about to say needed a soft place to land. She sat down, her mind spinning, trying to make sense of this sudden twist. Had they really broken up? Was he telling the truth? And if he was, what did it mean for them? A tiny spark of hope flickered to life inside her, but she squashed it down, not daring to let it grow.

"Sienna and I never dated," he said, his voice calm but filled with something heavy. "I paid her to pretend to be my girlfriend."

Penelope’s mouth dropped open. "Why?" she asked, barely able to process the words. This wasn’t the kind of thing you heard every day, after all.

"Because I wanted to get closer to you," Colin admitted, and there was something raw in his voice that made Penelope’s heart skip a beat.

"Why?" she asked again, but this time her voice was soft, laced with confusion and a hint of something that might have been disappointment. "Was it because you just wanted... what? To fulfill some fetish?"

He took her hand in both of his, his gaze never leaving hers. "No. It was because I fell in love with you."

Penelope felt as if she’d been hit by a truck. Her heart was racing so fast she was convinced Colin could hear it. She gaped at him, utterly speechless, her mind a tangled mess of confusion and emotion. Colin’s voice continued, low and urgent, spilling out words in a rush.

“It happened when I least expected it. I didn’t know how to approach you or where to even begin... So I came up with this absurd plan. I know it sounds completely mad, Pen. I know you must think I’ve lost my mind, but I swear to you, I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first saw you. You were…”

But before he could finish, Penelope did the only thing that made any sense at all. She flung her arms around him, nearly toppling him off the sofa, and kissed him with a fervor that left no room for doubt. It was a kiss infused with every feeling she’d been trying to suppress, every longing she’d been too frightened to admit.

Because sometimes, even when everything seems bonkers, you just have to leap and trust that it’s the right thing to do.

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Colin stretched his arms and sank back into his chair, then grabbed his phone to check the likes on the photo he’d posted the day before of him and Penelope. He couldn’t help but grin. 

Almost one year had flown by since they’d become a couple, and every single day had been better than the last. They were still learning about each other, but this felt unlike any relationship he’d ever had. Penelope had this incredible way of making his world buzz with joy while keeping everything beautifully balanced.

He tucked his phone away and turned his attention back to work. He’d arranged to leave early that day because Penelope was finally launching her book, and he was determined to be there to cheer her on and celebrate her achievement. Seeing her so proud and accomplished filled him with such happiness.

As he focused on finalizing an advertising campaign, he caught a glimpse of Fife approaching from the corner of his eye. He’d been expecting this confrontation ever since he and Penelope had gone public with their relationship. Fife had always been the kind of guy who held grudges, and Colin knew this conversation wouldn’t be pleasant. But he was ready for it.

“Colin,” Fife said, his voice colder than the November wind.

“Fife,” Colin replied casually. “How’s it going?”

Fife’s jaw tightened, and Colin could almost see the effort it took for him to stay calm. “So it’s true, then? You and Penelope are really together? I saw a photo of you two on Instagram.”

“We are,” Colin confirmed, keeping his tone light.

Fife’s eyes narrowed, his anger bubbling closer to the surface. “You’re a hypocrite, you know that? How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends.”

Colin held his ground, not even flinching. “We were never really friends, Fife. Let’s be honest, we don’t have much in common.”

And it was true. They’d never really clicked, never shared more than superficial conversations. “How do you sleep at night, huh?” Fife spat. 

Colin just smiled, the kind of smile he knew would drive Fife mad. “Simple: I sleep holding onto the most wonderful redhead I know.”

Fife’s face twisted in anger, his fists clenching at his sides. “And you two are posting pictures, flaunting it for everyone to see. You don’t even care what people are saying about me, do you? I’m gaining a reputation, and it’s not exactly flattering.”

Colin could tell Fife was more concerned about his own image than anything else. He almost laughed, but instead, he stood up and placed a hand on Fife’s shoulder. “Let me give you some advice, Fife: forget about this. Go live your life. Penelope made her choice. Respect it and move on. It’ll be better for you.”

Fife jerked away from his touch, seething with anger. “As you said, we’re not friends, so spare me your advice.” He glared at Colin, his voice dripping with spite. “Maybe I’ll go after your ex, just to get back at you. Then you’ll see how it feels.”

Colin couldn’t help it — he laughed, a deep, genuine laugh that only made Fife’s face darken even more. “Feel free to go after Sienna. Good luck with that.”

Fife frowned, confused by Colin’s amusement. “I’d definitely come out on top. I don’t know how you traded her for Penelope.”

Colin’s smile faded just a little, his tone growing serious. “I never traded Sienna for Penelope, Fife, because Sienna and I were never really a couple. She pretended to date me so I could get closer to you and Penelope. So I could win Penelope over.”

Fife’s expression was priceless—utter shock, his mouth hanging open like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” Colin said, his voice calm and controlled. “Sienna is an escort. Well, she was—she’s recently retired. And the only reason she showed any interest in you was because I paid her to.” He let that sink in, watching as Fife’s face turned red with rage and disbelief.

"You paid an escort to pretend to be your girlfriend just so you could swap partners with me?" Fife roared, his voice shaking with anger.

Colin responded with that maddening, confident smile of his. "In my defense, mate, you were the one who brought up swinging in the first place."  

Fife’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. "You bastard! You just wanted to get with my girlfriend! You planned this whole thing just to fuck her!"  

Colin’s expression turned deadly serious, his voice low and filled with quiet triumph. "No, Fife. This wasn’t just about sex. I did it to rescue her from the miserable relationship she was stuck in. I did it because she deserves someone who’ll treat her like the goddess she is. And yes, Fife, she is a goddess. But you? You couldn’t see that. You never appreciated her, not for one second. You were a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend."

He watched as Fife’s face went from red to ashen, his words hitting him like a series of hard, unrelenting blows. Colin felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he’d said exactly what needed to be said. Fife had never deserved Penelope, and now, finally, she was with someone who could see her for the incredible woman she was. 

In Colin’s cozy living room, the soft evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was one of those perfect moments, the kind that makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Penelope was sprawled out on the sofa, her legs spread wide resting on Colin's shoulders. He was kneeling on the floor, his hands and tongue working magic on her. 

Penelope let out a contented sigh, her gaze lazily drifting to the clock on the wall. "We’re going to be late," she muttered, but there was no urgency in her voice, just a sleepy kind of satisfaction.

Colin looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Should I stop?"

“Don’t even think about it," she said. What he was doing was pure bliss, exactly what she needed after the whirlwind of the past few weeks. She was exhausted, not just from the stress of getting her book ready for its big launch, but from the emotional rollercoaster of finally leaving behind the toxic mess that was her relationship with Fife. 

Breaking up with him had been like shedding a heavy, suffocating coat she hadn’t realized she was wearing. It had cleared the way for her creativity to come flooding back, and now, here she was, on the brink of launching a book she was truly proud of. And the best part? She had Colin. Sweet, funny, dependable Colin, who seemed to know exactly what she needed, sometimes even before she did.

The last few days had been manic — last-minute edits, phone calls, endless nerves — but at this moment, none of that mattered. Colin was here, and everything felt… manageable. He was always there, with a reassuring word, a gentle touch, or, like now,eating her out so deliciously it made the world outside disappear.

"Are you sure?" Colin asked, his fingers pressing into her clit that made her let out a little groan. "I don’t want you to be late for your big night."

Penelope cracked one eye open and looked at him, a smile playing on her lips. "This is my big night starting," she said, her voice soft but full of emotion. "Now, keep going."

He chuckled and obediently continued, his fingers and tongue moving with a tenderness that made her heart swell. As he ate her out, Penelope felt a delicious wave of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her feeling wonderfully languid and just a little bit drowsy. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft sigh of pure bliss, savoring every second.

Colin, still kneeling in front of her, couldn’t help but smile as he watched Penelope drift into a state of near slumber. She looked so serene, so completely at peace, that he almost felt guilty for even thinking about waking her. But the reality of the big night ahead loomed large. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, a tender touch that made her heart flutter even in her drowsy state.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmured softly. “We should probably get up and start getting ready, don’t you think?”

“Mmm, you’re right,” she murmured, her voice a bit slurred with sleep. “But since you’ve taken such good care of me, it’s only fair I return the favor. I can’t let you go out like this, can I?”

She reached out and gave his cock a little squeeze, just testing the waters. Colin let out a groan, feeling a surge of desire. There was something about Penelope that made his pulse race and his mind go blank. She had a way of making him feel like he’d finally found the missing piece he hadn’t known he was looking for.

He wanted her so badly, each second with her felt like a slice of paradise, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. He gently caressed her face. “We can save this for later. Right now, I want to see you shine at your book launch. So, let’s get you ready.”

A warm, tender feeling blossomed in her chest, something new and beautiful. It was a kind of love she hadn’t known before, where giving was simply about the joy of sharing. And the realization made her want to give even more.

She cradled his face in her hands, her thumbs tracing soft patterns on his cheeks. “I love you.”

Without saying another word, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both sweet and achingly tender. Colin’s hands instinctively slid around her waist, pulling her closer as if he could never get enough. The kiss was like a slow dance, a moment of pure connection that made everything else fade away. For Penelope, it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a moment of deep connection, of being truly seen and cherished.

“I love you too.” He smiled when they finally parted. “Now, shower.”

Still feeling a bit languid, Penelope rose from the couch and headed toward the hallway, shedding her clothes along the way.

“What are you doing?” Colin asked, his gaze following her with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

“Going to take a shower.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “If you want to save hot water and time, we could make it a joint effort.”

Colin’s smiled. She really was perfect for him. Without missing a beat, he stripped off his clothes and followed her into the bathroom. 

His grin stretched even wider as he stepped into the shower, water cascading over him in a soothing rush. Steam curled around them, swirling like an unspoken promise in the air. His hand instinctively reached out, fingers brushing lightly against her arm.

She turned to him with a cheeky glint in her eye, water beading on her skin and catching the light like tiny diamonds. Of course, she was completely unfazed. How did she manage to look like a goddess even under a showerhead? It was maddening, really. But Colin wasn’t complaining.

Without needing to say a word, she slid closer, the warmth of her body immediately against his, her smooth, wet skin a perfect match to his. For a moment, he could do nothing but stare at her, completely enraptured, before he cupped her waist, his hands lingering in that half-playful, half-reverent way. 

Their lips collided, a slow burn that quickly flared into something far more urgent. His hands slid slowly over her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine like he was mapping her out all over again. 

Her fingers twisted in his hair, tugging lightly in that way she knew would make him crazy. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips even as they kissed, and he could feel her own grin answering back. 

His hands slid from her back to her waist, a slow, teasing touch, before moving up her ribs and finding the curve of her breasts. Penelope could barely breathe, her body arching, desperately wanting more. She pulled him even closer, as if she could fuse the two of them together.

And then came the push — he pressed her against the bathroom wall, his hips locked with hers, and Penelope, without a second thought, lifted her leg, surrendering to the moment.

Colin, however, grabbed her firmly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. If it weren’t for the fact that they had exactly five minutes before they’d be late to the most important event of her life, he definitely could’ve made the moment last, savoring every second with her.

He thrust into her slowly, savoring every inch of her soft pussy that enveloped him. Then he lost control. His hips moved faster, going deeper until he reached the point that made her let out a cry of pleasure.

Penelope couldn’t help but clutch at his back, her nails digging in like she was trying to anchor herself to reality. It felt like she’d been whisked off to another universe, some sort of cosmic force taking over her body. Every thrust sent sparks through her, building into this wild, dizzying euphoria that had her practically chasing it, matching his rhythm as it got faster and faster. She was so close to reaching that overwhelming, blissful peak she could almost taste it.

They moved together in a wild, feverish dance, the intensity building to an explosive peak. When the climax finally hit, it was like every star in the sky had burst into fireworks, a single moment of pure euphoria that left them breathless, completely tangled in each other. And even as the high began to subside, they clung to each other, kissing and nibbling softly, their hands roaming lazily, as the passion slowly ebbed away. They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, utterly spent and blissfully content.

They eventually pulled apart, breathless and grinning at each other with their foreheads resting together. The steady drumming of the shower was like a gentle backdrop to their shared moment of silence.

The world seemed to slow down, almost floating, and Colin felt a deep, unwavering certainty in his bones — this was exactly what he’d been yearning for. It wasn’t just about the here and now, the physical closeness — it was everything. The future they’d build together, the children they’d raise, the way she made him smile, and even more, the way her smiles made him feel.

Penelope’s book launch was in full swing, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The room was packed with lively guests, and the hum of animated conversations created a cheerful din.

Despite her initial jitters, Penelope was starting to hit her stride. With every book she signed and every fan who stopped by for a chat, she seemed to grow more confident and relaxed. Colin hovered nearby, a supportive presence just out of the spotlight, ensuring she had everything she needed. He watched with a beaming smile, his heart swelling with pride as he saw Penelope’s dream unfolding right before his eyes.

Among the crowd, Sienna made an appearance, offering her congratulations and extending an invitation to the next opera she would be performing in. It was a lovely gesture, and Penelope graciously accepted, her nerves easing further as the night progressed.

As the last book was sold and the crowd began to thin out, Colin made his way over to Penelope, a copy of her book clutched in his hand. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he approached her.

“Would you mind signing this for me?” he asked.

Penelope looked up at him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Oh, absolutely,” she said, taking the book from him. “Thank you. For everything,” she added softly, leaning in to give him a kiss that was both tender and full of unspoken emotions. It was a kiss that seemed to say everything she couldn’t quite put into words.

When they finally drew apart, Colin gazed into her eyes, his own reflecting something deeper than mere admiration. “You don’t need to thank me. I should be the one thanking you for letting me into your world. I’m incredibly proud of you, you know.”

Penelope tilted her head, her heart fluttering. “Well, you certainly hatched quite a plan to get into my world, didn’t you?”

Colin chuckled softly, recalling the whirlwind that had been the past year. It was a story he’d tell their future grandchildren—minus a few of the more scandalous details, of course.

He took her hand, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. “I didn’t have much choice. You shook up my world. I had to take the risk. And look where it’s led me.” He pressed a kiss to her hand. “Now I’m standing beside the woman of my dreams.”

A smile spread across Penelope’s face, her eyes sparkling. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“Not just any girl,” Colin said, drawing her close. “The girl. You.” He kissed her lips softly, whispering. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Colin pointed to the book still clutched in her hand, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What I’m really after, though, is my autograph.”

Penelope couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, flipping open the book. But as she glanced down, she saw he’d already scrawled something on the page. “Oh, look at that! You’ve already scribbled all over it, haven’t you?” She tried to sound indignant, but he just smiled at her, eyes twinkling as if he knew something she didn’t.

"Go on," he nodded toward the page.

So she looked. And then, her heart practically leapt out of her chest.

Because there, written in Colin’s handwriting, were the words: “Penelope Featherington, will you marry me?”

Her brain short-circuited. She blinked at the book, then at Colin, then back at the book again, as if the words might change. Was this real? Was he real? Her pulse hammered in her ears, and she opened her mouth, but not a single sound came out. She could only gape at him, utterly dumbstruck.

Colin, looking almost nervous, broke the silence. “I know it’s a bit sudden, Pen, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to take this step with you. If you’ll have me, that is.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She wanted to speak, but her throat had seized up. She was holding the book so tightly her hands were shaking. She took a shaky breath and tried to get her voice under control. “Colin... I…” Her voice wobbled, but she managed to steady it. “You’re completely mad.”

Colin let out a low laugh, that cheeky grin of his spreading across his face. “Possibly. But I’m mad about you.”

That did it. Penelope burst out laughing, and before she knew it, she was throwing her arms around him, pulling him close. “Yes!” she gasped, half laughing, half crying. “Yes! I’ll be crazy with you forever.”

Colin’s grin turned into something more tender, and he swept her off her feet, spinning her around as they both laughed, the world spinning around them too. Then he kissed her, and this time, there was something different — something full of certainty and promise, like they’d just written the first page of a whole new chapter together.

When they finally broke apart, she glanced at him and smiled to herself. If this was madness, she never wanted to be sane again.

"Let’s go home," Colin murmured, reaching for her hand.

Hand in hand, they left the venue together, ready to savor the evening and celebrate not only Penelope’s success but the bright future that lay ahead for them both.