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Penelope would never admit it to anyone, but out of all the suitors, Antinous was her favorite.
He was so much like her Odysseus, from the way he smiled confidently, which always made her blush, to the way he held her while she wept, not being able to handle the crushing loneliness anymore.
Even the way he kissed her was like Odysseus. A perfect mix of tender touches and possessive holds, sweet and wolfish kisses. That’s as far as it ever went. Penelope always stopped it before they both crossed a line, even though neither of them wanted to stop.