Page 71 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Chase threw Auston’s hoodie deep into his stall and scrambled to put on one of his own shirts, all while Sammy kept repeating, “What, what? Wait…no…what?”
Noah ambled over, dopey smile on his face. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing!” Chase said quickly, grabbing Sammy by the arm. “Omega business.” He dragged Sammy’s uncooperative body out of the locker room, marching him down corridors until they were alone.
“Okay,” Chase panted, somehow out of breath. He was pretty sure his lungs weren’t working. “Look. I just grabbed his hoodie by mistake.”
Sammy’s face was blank. “Explain.”
“I…found it. And I just, uh…put it on.”
“Okay, but…I get that you couldn’t smell it was Auston’s, but where would you even find his hoodie? How much are you guys hanging out? And…howare you hanging out for clothes sharing to be a thing?”
Fuck. Chase hated lying. He wasn’t used to it—wasn’t actually that used to having good friends like Sammy, and the thought of telling him some bullshit story about a tentative friendship between Auston and Chase being built felt wrong.
And it wouldn’t even make sense. Why would he have hidden it from Sammy?
Chase glanced over his shoulder, making sure they were still alone, stomach pulling in two directions. He should ask Auston if he could tell people before confessing to Sammy. “Can we talk after practice? I’ll tell you everything, but we’re gonna be late if we stay here any longer.”
Sammy’s mouth twisted, but he nodded, following Chase as they returned to the locker room. Auston was already there, and Chase could fuckingfeelSammy’s brain churning as he stared at the Alpha.
This was just another situation in a long line of situations that could have been avoided if Chase’s nose worked. Or if he wasn’t a complete dumbass.
Auston caught up to him on the ice. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I, um…maybe accidentally stole one of your hoodies and wore it this morning and I think Sammy figured out there’s something going on between us and I’m really sorry, obviously I should have realised that—”
“Whoa. Slow down.” Auston looked at where everybody was skating towards the coach. “It’s fine. Anyone else notice?”
“Well, nobody said anything. They’ll probably ignore it.”
“Okay, then, no biggie, right? You and Sammy are tight. We would have told him sooner or later.”
Chase blinked up at Auston, nodding slowly. “You don’t mind?”
Auston laughed as the whistle blew, Coach shouting, “Oi! You two! Care to join us?”
Chase immediately made for the group, but Auston paused him. “Baby, I would shout that you’re my Omega from the goddamn rooftops if I could, but I get that it’s more complicated than that with us being teammates and all. So, no. I don’t fucking mind.”
Chase felt blood rushing to his face, heart growing in his chest. He hadn’t realised how worried he’d been about Auston being too ashamed of him to tell others about their fledgling relationship until relief washed him clean, a weight lifted from his ribs.
“Okay.” Chase smiled, insides bubbling even as the coach threw them a glare at the delay.
Sammy stuck by him the moment practice ended. “Come to mine?”
“Better to do it in my apartment.” Chase tilted his head towards Noah, and Sammy nodded.
They picked up some food on the way and laid it all out on the coffee table, sitting around it on cushions similar to the ones Sammy had in his apartment.
“Okay, spill,” Sammy demanded.
They’d taken separate cars, so Chase had at least managed to get his thoughts together. “So…remember that guy I met on Lookr?”
“Oh, yeah. Aunix, right?” Sammy laughed. “Damn, you kick him to the curb?”
“Uhm…not exactly,” Chase hedged.
Sammy tilted his head, stuffing his mouth with noodles. “Wait, so you’re still chatting with him? And, like…dating Auston? I’m still reeling about that, by the way. I mean…Auston?”
