Or maybe you could stay?

"Or..." Lucy began, her voice trailing off, "you could stay here. I mean, with your...situation, it might be better if you're around someone who knows about it."

Tim looked at her, surprise etched on his features. "Really?"

"Yeah," Lucy nodded. "I mean, if you want to. I don't think it's safe for you to go out with... that," she said, nodding towards his crotch.

Tim couldn't argue with her logic. His penis had been acting unpredictably all day, and he didn't want to cause a scene in public. "Okay," he said, his voice a mix of relief and anxiety. "I'll stay."

They cleaned up the kitchen, the sentient penis watching their every move with a keen interest. It was clear that it had developed a fondness for Lucy, and Tim couldn't blame it. She had handled the whole situation with a grace and curiosity that was nothing short of amazing. Once the kitchen was tidy, Lucy led Tim to her guest room.

"You can stay here for the night," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "And I'll be right next door if you... need anything."

Tim nodded, his heart racing. He had never been this close to Lucy before, and the thought of spending the night under the same roof was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Thanks," he said. They said their goodnights, and Tim retreated to the guest room, his penis still poking out of his boxers.