Her once true love defects to Dauntless, abandoning her.
Penelope finds herself lonesome two years later. She has everything she could ask for, but nothing is fulfilling. That's until she comes across Charlie again. Old feelings are lost but somethi...
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ERIC had helped me dress, or at least put on clean undergarments and one of his own shirts. He said nothing as I went to lay down but placed a hesitant kiss over my temple. I instinctively flinched from his touch, hugging the pillow to me. He disappeared in the bathroom then returned less than fifteen minutes later.
He wore a fresh pair of black pants, ones that appeared—no—they were tight. He was still drying off his wet hair as he took a sit by my desk. The chair he used to keep unwanted visitors out creaked under his weight, the small sound frightening me.
"Uh. .Penelope."
Eric was angry, I could tell. He had picked up the habit Papa had, calling me 'Penny' when everything was okay but 'Penelope' when I had done something wrong. At least that gave me a heads up from now on.
"Just stop," I whispered, hugging the pillow tightly.
Eric chucked the towel to the floor, propping his elbows on his knees. He ran a heavy hand through his wet hair, pushing it back. That was when my eyes caught sight of the tattoos on his arms.
Mazes.
Or that was what they looked to be. I never paid much attention to them before, mostly because of everything else going on.
"No, we're going to talk—"
The door to my bedroom abruptly flew open. I immediately sat up, pushing down Eric's large shirt as best as possible. It came down mid-thigh, barely covering me.
It was Mama.
"Oh, my—I'm. .I'm so sorry." Mama covered her eyes but didn't leave.
"What is it, Mama?" I quickly asked, placing the pillow over my bare legs.
She dropped her hand, looking over at me. She was flustered and a small blush crept over her cheeks. There was no doubt she probably thought Eric and I had done something. Technically, we had but not what I imagined she was thinking.
"Stark just told me Eric had arrived earlier and I see he was right." Her eyes shifted over to a shirtless Eric then back to me. "I'll just leave you two." Then she was gone.
"Penelope. ."
There he went again. But I had done nothing wrong. At least in my mind I hadn't.
"Just. .stop. Please."
I tiredly laid back down, tucking my hands between my thighs as I laid on my side. Just to lessen the 'trouble' I was in, I laid facing Eric. He still had his elbows propped, his hair falling to the side.
"You know I did nothing wrong, and I know you enjoyed it."
I shut my eyes, nuzzling my face into my pillow. How could that have been the only thing he had to say? I imagined he would've apologized.
