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I’m going to show her just how much I want and need her.

No more second-guessing her feelings for me because she just made them loud and clear. And I’m grateful for that.

Chapter 29

Savannah

“Pink or brown?” I eyemyself up in the mirror, tilting my foot to the side to get a better look before spinning around to face Thor. He’s sitting on my bed, eating—is that pizza? Where the hell did he get pizza? And where can I get some?

Focus, Savvy. Food later.

“I’m thinking of the pink. I’m liking the bedazzled, but does it give you cowgirl vibes?”

Thor chitters, and I nod my head. “You're right. Pink is much more flattering on me, and it matches my outfit.”

I’m dressed in light blue denim shorts, a white crop top, a pink leather jacket with tassels, and pink rhinestone cowgirl boots topped off with a pink cowgirl hat. My hair is down, curled and I did my makeup to match. I look and feel like a country Barbie, and I love it.

After my heart-to-heart with Leroy earlier, we sat and talked for hours. He told me every little detail about his life, and I ate up everything he said.

One of the biggest surprises about him is that he grew up on a farm in Texas. I’ve never been, but I’ve seen a few movies set there. He does not have an accent, which is kind of disappointing. A Southern drawl is kind of sexy.

Anyway, he said that he loved country music. Now, I’m not a fan of it, but I don’t mind a few of the fast-paced, upbeat songs.

Another surprise is that he likes to go dancing. Didn’t even bother holding back the surprise on my face when he said that.

When you first look at Leroy—the tall, silver-haired fox that looks like he can crush you between his hands—you don’t think of the two-step, that's for sure.

But hey, I’m not one to judge a book by its cover.

Okay, another lie. I am. Like real books, though. I’m a cover whore. In the past week alone, I’ve bought every pretty cover I saw, even if I had no idea what the book was about.

Caleb is not good for my lack of impulse control when buying because everytime I see something and want it, he doesn’t let me put it back or say no. I mean, I’m not going to argue with the man, but I’m not twisting his arm to buy it so....

Something hits the back of my head, jolting me out of my thoughts. “What the fuck!” I shout, spinning around. Thor chitters, and I glare at him before looking down to see what he just threw at me. “What the hell is this?” I ask, raising a brow. Bending down, I grab what looks like a dildo off the floor. Raising a brow, I eye it up. It’s blue and translucent. “A little on the small side,” I huff, and Thor chitters again. “No. It is not mine.” I roll my eyes. “I got rid of most of my toys. Don’t really need them when you have Alpha’s with fat cocks. Although some toys are fun. But this–” I hold up the dildo. “Is not mine. It’s too small.”

Thor holds something else up, and my brows pinch together more. “Where are you getting these?” I take what looks to be a harness from him. Holding the two of them up together, I stare for a moment before it clicks. “Holy fuck. It’s a strap-on.” I laugh in disbelief.

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