MoonInLove07
She was single. She was free. She owed no one any explanations. So why did she feel so dirty? Why was she unable to answer Luke's calls?
Her mouth drew a half smile. Too many questions with only one answer: Derek Morgan.
Even the thought of his name sent chills down the back of her neck.
It was wrong. He was probably still married. Not that she knew that for sure.
They hadn't talked much during that weekend in Miami. One of the conditions she had set for accepting the trip was not to talk about their current lives. Penelope didn't want to explain and she didn't want to know either.
They would just have sex. And that's what they did for two days. Sleep, fuck, eat, fuck again. And so it went on for 48 hours.
She couldn't tell anyone. Not even her best friend. JJ wasn't going to understand.
How could she explain that she needed to do that to move forward? How could she put words to a need that was eating away at her soul?
It had been too many years. Too many words, too much playing with fire. It was all a bit platonic. Maybe for him. For her it was always an unconsummated desire.