Penny's POV
The knock lands softly on my door, interrupting us.
"Penny?" Mom's voice calls out through the door. "Are you packing your things yet? I left you a couple of boxes downstairs."
I freeze instantly. Beside me, Andrew leans back on the bed like nothing in the world could shake him. His arm is still wrapped around my waist, he tightens his hold on me when he feels my panic rising.
I glance at him, eyes wide. His mouth curves into a tiny smirk, but his brows lift as if to say, your call, baby.
I shove his chest lightly before whispering, "This isn't funny."
He laughs silently, his shoulders shaking, which only makes me more flustered.
"Uh yeah, Mom," I call, my voice higher than I'd like. "I'll get to it soon!"
A pause. Then, "Alright. Don't leave it to the last minute." Her footsteps retreat down the hall.
I exhale hard, pressing my palms to my face.
Andrew murmurs near my ear. "You're not packing, are you?"
