Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

Penn took the shove with his breath held tight, eager to see what she would say. The fact that she had some humor about her still seemed like a good sign. He hadn’t imagined they would ever end up in a conversation like this. He’d been so completely convinced that this ship had sailed, but here he was, bouncing along behind on a life raft, trying to pull himself aboard.

Her confession was music to his ears. His mind basically went haywire with glee in that moment, but he kept it back as best as he could. Just because it turned out she wanted to the same things he did didn’t necessarily mean she would want them with him. And who could blame her? But that was the nice thing about not overthinking—he took risks, to hell with what might happen if it all went to shit.

Now probably would’ve been the time to play it cool, casual. Let her know he wanted the same and see if she would come to the desired conclusion. Or maybe it was time to go big and romantic—confess his love, propose marriage, promise to provide her with a lifetime of happiness.

But it was Penn. So obviously none of those things.

”Just so you know… I would knock you up, like… so fast.”

And that was the bad thing about not overthinking.