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Yep.
“You’re my something.”
I was definitely scarier than people understood.
But Not-Henry wasn’t just anyone.
“Noted.” Looking pleased with himself, he smirked as he reached into the bag again. “I know just what this something needs.”
Oh.
My collar.
I could admit it’d been an impulse purchase, but it’d been too pretty to ignore.
And it matched my underwear too, so it had to go in my cart. That didn’t mean I was a complete idiot, though. I was possibly just a tiny one. “What…what does that mean to you?”
I’d mentally prepared myself for any and all responses, including having to explain what I thought it meant, but it seemed like Not-Henry had read enough romance novels to understand at least some of it.
“That you’re mine.” His simple response sent a shiver through me as he carefully wrapped the soft leather-like collar around my neck, and the way his fingers were stroking my skin had my brain getting fuzzy again. “You’ve been mine for a very long time, though, haven’t you, Shelby boy?”
I could feel my head bob, but it took a few seconds longer to realize he might want words too. “Since…since you sent me cookies.”
Not-Henry made a soft thinking sound as he finished putting my collar on. “You’d had a long day…a long week really.”
Sometimes work was hard but he’d always understood that.
“And you…you sent me cookies and a new book showed up on my ereader.” He was good at picking out new ones. “I knew…at that point I knew I belonged to you even if you didn’t know it yet.”
Smart people were sometimes slow to catch onto social cues.
I’d seen that at work too.
Don’t flash your boobs.
Keep your pants on in public.
They just needed real people to point out stuff that usually everyone caught onto faster.
“I was stubborn and missed the obvious.” Not-Henry proved he wasn’t missing it anymore as he looped a finger through the ring on my collar and pulled me against him to give me another kiss. “I won’t miss anything else, Shelby boy.”
Thank goodness.
Waiting to see if he was real and would ever figure it out had gotten exhausting.
And I was going to tell him that as soon as I could clear my head and make my brain work.
Later.
Yes.
We’d talk about that later.
“Let me show you.”
Best words ever.
Chapter 6
