Page 115 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
The hotel room seemed eerily quiet and sterile as Chase stepped inside. He sat on the edge of the perfectly made bed to take off his sneakers, placing them carefully by his suitcase.
He sat there, a lone figure on a small, distant island.
He got ready for bed alone for the second time, slipping into the cool sheets, pressed down by them, they were so well tucked in. The lights were off, and it was cool and quiet, but something felt wrong.
Chase sat up, turning on the light set into the corner of the headboard. He inspected the room. Everything was so…impersonal.
He got up, checking the closet. Nothing.
He chewed on his thumbnail. Checked his phone. Searched the closet again.
He called reception.
“Oh, hi. Erm. Could I have some nesting materials sent up to room 900?” he asked. He waited to be asked if he was in heat, but the person manning reception just agreed happily.
It didn’t take even ten minutes for a vacuum-sealed package to be delivered, filled with scentless blankets and pillows.
Chase felt the pressure on his ribs ease as he got to work. He stuffed some of Auston’s dirty clothes between the pillows and draped the blankets on top.
Chase breathed, their combined scents finally slowing Chase’s heartbeat.
God, he wasfine.
He climbed into the nest. That was better. He left the light on like a little kid afraid of the dark and went to sleep.
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Chase gasped awake.
He shot up, looking around wildly.Where the fuck—
Oh, right. The hotel room. Everything was dim but lit enough to show Auston leaning against the wall opposite the bed, eyes wide, the wall-mounted TV askew—probably what had made the noise that woke Chase up.
He flopped down, pressing a hand to his chest. “Oh my God, you gave me a heart attack,” he complained sleepily. He snuggled into the nest again. He’d made it big enough for Auston, so the Alpha should have no problem climbing in.
Chase shut his eyes, waiting for Auston to join him and pass out, but there was only stillness and silence.
Chase peeked at Auston, tensing at the expression on his face. “Hey…are you okay?”
Auston looked…devastated. He was staring at the bed as if he’d never seen anything like it, eyes wide, open mouth tilted south.At Chase’s words, he stumbled forwards and palmed a blanket. “You made a nest.”
Chase curled into himself. Auston had never had a problem with Chase nesting outside of heat—had encouraged it in the past—but what if that had been a lie, and now that Auston was drunk, the truth would come spilling out?
Chase swallowed an apology—it was his first instinct, but he had nothing to be sorry about. “Yeah. I just…felt like the room needed it.”
Auston’s eyebrows bunched up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned and made his way unsteadily into the bathroom.
Chase frowned, laying down tentatively as the sound of the shower started up. Maybe Auston wasn’t as drunk as the previous night.
That idea went out the window when the shower turned off, followed up by the clatter of its glass door and then loud retching.
“Shit,” Chase muttered, getting up. Auston was hunched over the toilet, absolutely soaked.
Chase rested a palm on Auston’s back, but it only made Auston flinched away. “No—go back to bed. Please.”
“No way. You can throw up in peace, but I’m helping you clean up.”
Chase stepped out of the room, waiting until the retching sounds died out so he could help Auston stand up. It was probably the only time in their relationship Chase wished he were bigger—Auston weigheda lot.
