Penny clung to him long after what was appropriate, not caring in the least if anyone were to see. He was her best friend, her other half. Her mother was likely dead, her brother aloof in his cabin, Nemo was all she had left. Her grip tightened around his waist — Penny would have fused herseld to him if she could have.

"I'm so sorry about Paris." She quickly said in a hushed tone. None of what happened mattered now, but Nemo had to know all the same. They had to move beyond his erection and the accidental snuggling. They had to be friends again, for nothing else mattered more to Penny. Not even her beloved pets. "I never meant to touch your penis, even with my leg. And I shouldn't have forced you to sleep on the bed with me. I'm just so sorry, Nemo."