Oh, the second time wasn't much easier to hear than the first, she thought, as her heartbeat hiccuped and galloped and did its usual acrobatics where Charles was concerned. It would have been so nice, it was nice, but she seemed to be having a minor panic attack, albeit a pleasant one. Goodness only knew how many times the words had almost slipped out of her over the months, but it never felt as if it were the right time to be saying them. No, she'd felt content in the knowledge of her love, that their very rocky start had solidified into something lovely and meaningful. By no means were things perfect, but that was hardly a reasonable expectation, particularly with her being one-half of the relationship.
Although Penelope still thought that things might end disastrously with her brother, she felt warmer at the idea that it wasn't simply pride or obstinacy motivating her boyfriend's involvement, but also wanting to be with her. Not wanting to hide or play coy. Penelope was still an expert keeper of secrets, and she tended to default to playing her cards very close to the chest, but the idea that someone else would want to do just the opposite in a matter that concerned her was very moving.
"That's all right," she said quietly, hugging her ankles and resting her cheek on her knees as she looked at him with a little smile. "I can be quite stupid as well."
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