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What's going on with Penelope? It's so unlike her to leave work like that. And without any explanation? Something must be going on, I think to myself as I sit in my office. Penelope left my office a few hours ago, and I still haven't decided what to do. Is it weird if I go after her? Does it seem like I don't trust her or have control issues? Probably, but I'm also really worried. She seemed upset and then she didn't tell me what was going on.
And after this weekend, I can't afford to have her pull away from me. I always knew that being with her was going to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I just didn't realize how quickly I'd fall in love with her after being together. She means more to me now than she reasonably should. Normally, it would take me years to feel this way about a woman. But Penelope isn't just a woman. She's Penelope. I already can't imagine my life without her and we only have one weekend together. One spectacular weekend.
When we got home Friday night, we had sex, plain and simple. It was sex. Raw, hot, and intense. And we had a lot of it. We were so worn out by the time we eventually fell asleep that we didn't wake up again until Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang and Jack was home from his sleepover. I don't know how Penelope felt about waking up after that night and seeing Jack first thing the next day, but for me, it felt so right. Waking up holding Penelope and then spending the afternoon with Jack. Everything felt perfect. We were a family. Finally a complete family again.
Then after Jack went to bed, we were able to just be a couple and it was amazing. We made love that night, and it was unlike any other sex I'd ever had. Probably because it truly was making love. Everything was different, especially in comparison to Friday night. It was slow, careful, exploratory, but with the same amount of heat and intensity as the previous night. And afterwards, I held her as we fell asleep. It felt so right. Come Sunday morning, I was able to wake her up in the most pleasurable manner possible before we spent the day together. It was very hard for both me and Jack when she had to leave, but we had truly had a perfect weekend.
And now she's gone and not telling me what's going on. Maybe I'll just head over to her apartment and see if everything's okay. We have a light workload today, anyway. Rossi can manage without me. I head out of the office and towards Penelope's apartment, but her car is nowhere to be found. Where else could she be? Where would she go that she wouldn't feel comfortable telling me? Derek's house.
But why would she go there? They've barely been talking lately. And she told me on Saturday that she wasn't even sure how she felt about him anymore. I was under the impression that that meant that she didn't have feelings for him anymore. Maybe she just needed to talk to him about something. Maybe it was about work. It definitely wasn't about work. We don't even have any work right now besides filling out paperwork.
Maybe they're trying to rekindle their friendship. I shouldn't jump to any conclusions about anything else they might be doing. That wouldn't be fair to Penelope. Maybe I should head back to work. It's going to make me seem crazy if I show up at Derek's place. Especially if they're just sitting on the couch talking. And I have no reason to believe that they're doing anything else.
She wouldn't do anything with him. She wouldn't. Not after this weekend. Not after this morning. Things between us have been so incredible lately. She wouldn't just leave me right after we got together. She wouldn't. We even talked about it this weekend. Because I was feeling insecure because of her relationship with Derek. And she told me that things between them had been drastically different lately. That she didn't feel that way towards him.
But now I don't know. Why else would she have gone to Derek's? And for that matter, where else would she go besides Derek's? I suppose she could be anywhere, but something in my gut is telling me that she's at Derek's. And my insecurities are coming out. There's no part of her that would choose me over Derek. I know that. No matter what she told me this weekend, if Derek were to finally get his act together and tell her how he feels about her, she would never be able to turn him down. She's been in love with him for far too long.
I pull onto Derek's street and see Penelope's car parked outside, confirming all my fears. Part of me wants to just drive back to work. Forget that any of this happened. Pretend that I was never here and try to act normally with Penelope. I can't lose her. Not now. Not now that we've just gotten together and had one of the best weekends of my life. But something is telling me that it doesn't matter whether I go in or not. I've already lost her.
I park my car and start to head inside. I know I'm going to regret going in, but I can't help myself. I need to know what's going on. I need to confirm my suspicions and fears. I find the front door unlocked, so I go inside. I can't find them anywhere, so I head upstairs when I hear it. Moaning. Grunting. And then a scream. But not a painful scream. A pleasure-filled scream. I don't need to open the door to Derek's bedroom to know what's going on in there, but something compels me to open the door anyway.
And when I do, I see the worst thing imaginable. Derek buried inside Penelope, pumping himself into her while she looks at him with so much intensity and love. She'll never look at me that way.