Brooks wasn’t able to hold himself back, and he’s striding up to us as we stand from the table.
“Sage, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she says, glancing at me with a giggle.
He narrows his eyes at me. I laugh, snagging her hand and pulling her with me. Then I flatten my other hand and stroke my palm across his broad chest as I flounce by him.
“Stop worrying so much, alpha daddy. She’s fine!”
He splutters behind us, and we giggle our way into the bookshop next door. I decide it’s too soon to introduce her to my brand of monster romance, but I make a note to see how pink her cheeks turn when I drag her in here next time.
The entire morning is delightful. We meander around the antique shop. We go in and out of the locally handmade store and candle store. A clothing boutique is next, and I pull Sage inside.
“We don’t have to get anything if you don’t want, but we might as well look while we’re here. Right?” I say. “What colors do you like?”
“I’m not sure,” Sage says, and I can sense she’s close to shutting down. Her eyes are wide, fingers twisted together, and if I could feel her scent I’d describe it as spikey. I know she wants new clothes, though, so I scramble to figure out how I can make this as easy for her as possible.
“That’s okay. Let’s start with what you don’t like.”
“Pastels. Skirts and dresses. Ruffles and frills.”
“Got it.”
I snag a violet silk blouse, a black knitted crop top, some linen shorts, and a bright blue t-shirt that says “MI is where Iwant to bee” on it, with a bunch of wildflowers in the shape of the mitten.
She tries them on, discarding the violet top and the blue t-shirt. When she comes out in the black cropped top, she looks hesitant but hopeful.
I whistle and step forward to take her hand in mine, raising it and twirling her in a circle.
“Check you out, sexy little omega,” I say, biting my lip.
She grins, turning to look at herself in the big mirror next to us.
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah. I love it. But then, I’d probably like anything on you.”
“That’s almost exactly what Brooks said,” she grumbles.
I shrug. “Man’s got good taste.”
“What about the shorts?”
“They look great. Are they comfy?”
She nods, still eyeing herself in the mirror as she twists and turns.
“Let’s get them. Want to wear them out? I can pay and have them take the tags off.”
“Nah, I like wearing your shirt,” she says.
I have to fight not to let those words go straight to my cock. It’s been a struggle all day. Watching her eat, laugh, light up and relax. She’s stunning, and I’m enjoying every part of her sweet personality she’s letting come out of that shell she’s been hiding it in.
“I had one last stop in mind,” I say as we leave the clothing store. “You feeling up for it?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she says.
We cross the next street and veer into the candy shop. I have no regrets about getting us both hopped up on caffeine and sugar. Vee can punish me later if she wants to, although Brooks might not know what hit him.
