Still, he was mostly showered, so he just had to prompt Auston to wash his face and teeth and towel off, making sure the toilet had been flushed and wasn’t a mess.
They made it to the bed, Auston groaning as if he’d been shot as he got on his belly. Chest turned off the light and curled up in his spot.
There were a few beats of silence before Auston’s voice floated in the darkness. “I’m sorry.”
Chase peered over his shoulder. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the gloom, so Auston was just a blurry figure. “It’s okay.”
“No.” A hand stretched out, touching Chase lightly on the arm. “Can I?”
It took Chase a moment to realise Auston was asking for permission to get closer. His throat clenched, eyes going hot.
Chase rolled over, cuddling up to Auston, who wrapped him up immediately.
“I’m sorry,” Auston repeated, voice slurred and heavy and wet. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I just…”
“Let’s go to sleep, yeah? We can talk tomorrow.”
Chase felt Auston’s chest expand with a deep, slow breath. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHASE
Despite Auston’s words the previous night, Chase didn’t expect him to be up. Still, the morning felt a little more open, a little fresher, as he went to have breakfast. He decided that he’d go into town again, sending Auston a text and ordering a car.
The day was hot, the sun stinging, and Chase took refuge in the cool shops, eventually taking lunch at a bar with an outside patio.
He watched the people passing by, gaze snagging on the couples, feeling the absence in the chair across him.
He wished Sammy were there. It was a funny thought, that his friend wouldn’t have left him to his own devices like this, loyal to a fault.
Chase couldn’t help but remember Cancun. How close he’d felt to Auston, floating in the water with his legs wrapped around the Alpha’s hard body, how it felt as if they were escaping reality and building their own little world.
His phone buzzed just as Chase was finishing his meal.
Daddy
Hey. You still in town?
Chase
Yeah but I’m just finishing up
Be there soon
Daddy
Ok, I’ll be in the room
Chase liked the message and put his phone away.
He felt oddly numb as he got to the hotel, mood fitting the artificial coolness of the lobby.
The air was a little stale in their room but the window was open, Auston lounging in the nest but straightening as Chase came in.
“Hey,” Auston said quickly. His complexion had improved—he’d showered, at least, even though he was pale, the skin under his eyes bruised.
“Hey,” Chase replied softly. He set his stuff on the table, lingering there.