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Sunny narrowed her eyes. “You really use your laptop that little?”

I nodded. “I'm really not a computer guy. It's going to waste just sitting under the bed, so if you can use it for studying, go for it.”

“It’s too much…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

I snorted. “It's the bare minimum, Cher. If I thought for one second that you'd let me, I would go out and buy you a new laptop. We are pack, and pack takes care of each other. If you want to thank me for it, you can bake me a batch of triple chocolate cookies that the others don't know about and they'll be just for me.” I smirked.

Sunny huffed, but a smile spread across her face. “Fine… thank you.”

“Now, how about we go watch some trashy TV… with freshly baked cookies, of course.”

“These are for Gil. He told me his mom made him oatmeal cookies as a child and he hadn’t had them in years, so I found a recipe online.”

God, she was so painfully sweet, and she didn't even know it. He’d only mentioned those cookies in passing, but she had listened and acted on it.

“You are far too good for this place, Sunny Sanderson. He's going to love them.”

She frowned, chewing her lip. “I hope so, but I don't really know what they're supposed to taste like. They could be completely wrong.”

“It's the thought that counts,” I assured her, sliding up behind her and rubbing her lower back. She groaned, closing her eyes and leaning into the touch.

With her eyes still closed, focused on the feeling of my hand on her back, she spoke. “That's bullshit and you know it. Do you really want to eat Blaze’s cooking because it's the thought that counts?”

I winced, even though she couldn't see it.

“No, thank you. I choose life,” I mumbled, sliding my hand under the T-shirt she was wearing, resting it on the curve of her waist. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch. I was probably taking liberties, but I couldn't resist. My instincts screamed at me to always have my hands on her.

As far as my alpha was concerned, she was mine.

Now, I just needed to convince her of that.

Chapter 20

Sunny

My pack was incredible.

They were sweet, kind, and so thoughtful.

So why was I so damn irritable?

The entire time we were eating dinner, I could feel myself getting grumpier and grumpier. The guys weren't doing anything wrong, but something was itching inside me.

I did my best to keep my irritation away from them. The last thing I wanted to do was lash out at them because I was going through some sort of hormonal insanity. Rune had given me a laptop—one that was pretty much brand new and much too fancy for me. Between that and the phone Walker had given me, I was well stocked in tech.

After dinner, I scampered back to my room before the guys could offer to watch TV or do anything together, claiming that I was tired.

I wasn’t tired.

In fact, I was the opposite.

My body felt jittery with the need forsomething.

It wasn't until I was halfway back to my room that it dawned on me just what I was feeling.

Horny.

Needy.

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