Page 21 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Sammy grabbed his phone and sent him the link then and there.

Chase’s smile wobbled. “Thanks.”

“No prob. How’s your apartment? You settling in good?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, it’s fine. Not as nice as this.”

Sammy sat up a little, eyes wide. “Do you want me to help you decorate?”

“Oh…” Chase imagined what it would be like to have his apartment decked out like the room they were in—everything soft and cuddly and pastel-coloured. Instantly, the image of his mom’s face was superimposed over the picture. What she’d say if she visited—how disgusted she’d be. “I don’t know. Like, I really like this, but I’m not sure it’s my style.”

Sammy waved him off. “Dude, we don’t have to make it like this. We can totally do it up in your style.”

His style? Chase couldn’t even begin to guess at what that would be. “I dunno…maybe. I’ll think about it.”

“No, we have to. I absolutely will not accept you having one of those depressing pads with like a couch, a TV, and nothing else.”

“Well, I also have a bed.”

Sammy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, mouth pulled down sarcastically.

“Yeah, okay. But I can veto anything.”

Sammy clapped his hands together. “Okay. But then so can I.”

“Umm…it’s my place?”

“Yeah, but I’m not having my fellow Omega live in a shitpad. You want the next Alpha you invite over to be like, what the fuck is this? Or, sorry, Omega, if that’s your thing.”

He fucking wished he were into Omegas. That way, he could pretend to be the Alpha in the relationship.

That was how it worked…right?

“I’m into Alphas. But I feel like that’s not gonna be a problem, jeez.”

“Why?” Sammy scoffed. “You’re like, gorgeous.”

Stupidly, Chase felt himself flush. He knew he was good-looking; it was just strangely embarrassing to hear it said so earnestly for a reason other than getting in his pants.

People didn’t compliment him unless they wanted something from him.

“Whatever,” Chase mumbled. “I’m tired of the whole one-night-stand thing.”

“So don’t do it? You know Alphas are for more than fucking just once, right?” A little smirk hovered over Sammy’s lips.

“Yeah, I’m just not sure they know the opposite is true.”

“Oof. Okay. Well, you’ve been hanging out with the wrong kind of Alpha, let me tell you.”

Chase shook his head. His chest hurt, an ache that was bone-deep. “Nah. I just…” Fuck. He seriously had meant to never tell anyone about his condition—not on the team, anyway.

But there he was, the secret on the tip of his tongue as soon as he made a friend.

Sammy wouldn’t tell anyone, though, right? Not even Noah, if Chase made him promise.

“Look…it’s a little complicated. I have this thing, but if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.” He met Sammy’s gaze head-on. “Seriously. I’ve never told anybody this.”

Sammy sobered up immediately. He got up, hurrying to his bedroom door and closing it before returning to the couch. “My lips are sealed, I swear on the Stanley Cup.” He stuck his pinky out, eyebrows tilted down, mouth flat.