Knowing women loved the comfort of getting their hair played with. Delilah didn’t mind helping her feel better. After all, that’s what alphas were supposed to do; comfort, protect, and love. She knew Dee had an awful week. She also knew Dee, in part, contributed to the crappy week. Justin was obviously Dee’s mate according to Blake, but Dee was being…difficult. It wasn’t her place to intervene so she decided to simply be here and provide support. When Dee began to purr Delilah stilled her hand. “Uh…is that you?” Dee’s response was slurry with sleep. “Yeah.” Delilah sat there for a few moments with Dee’s head in her lap. No one moved. “What’s wrong, Alpha?” “You’re purring.” “And?” “What does that mean? You’re not, like, turned on are you? Because I’m not into that.” Dee snorted her laughter causing Delilah to feel more uncomfortable. “So…every time Mr. Boo snuggled into your lap, he was really trying to get into your pants?”
