Page 20 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

That started a whole new debate, Beau asking his brother to put him on speaker so he could lecture them all about how Miami had the best churros.

Sammy protested. “Pretty sure the best place to find churros is Mexico? Where they’re from?”

Noah tilted his head. “Are they from Mexico?”

A voice from the other side of the line—presumably Beau’s teammate and mate, Emilio—added to the discourse. “Their current form originates from Spain, actually.”

Beau groaned. “You can’t google it, you nerd.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t I be able to google it?” Emilio complained.

It took them half an hour to put the order in, Beau and Emilio going off to get some food themselves with a, “Well, now I’m hungry.”

Chase felt a twinge of guilt when all the food arrived and was crammed on the coffee table. Noah jumped on it like an animal, and even Sammy, as delicately as he ate, got through an impressive amount.

It was all too good to waste. No one was there to sneer at what he was consuming. Sure, it was a little heavy, but it was nourishing too. And even if it wasn’t, it felt good to just eat something because it tasted good. Because he was worth that experience, of chomping into quesadillas and chips and, finally, the much talked about churros.

“Wow,” Chase said after the first bite. “Yeah, okay. I get it now.”

“It’s so good,” Noah enthused through a mouthful, pieces of churro spraying everywhere.

“Ew. Gross, Noah,” Sammy admonished, hunching over his own dessert to protect it from Noah’s mouth missiles.

“Sorry,” Noah said, still without swallowing.

Sammy made a moue of disgust, sharing a look with Chase as if to say, ‘Alphas.’

Noah returned to his game after they were finished, whining at his brother over the phone until he detached from Emilio and joined him again.

Sammy rolled his eyes, fondness clear in his expression, but grabbed Chase and flounced off to his room.

Chase paused in the doorway, taking it all in. He’d never been there before, having always stayed in the living room or kitchen, and was instantly stunned by the space in front of him.

He’d never seen anything so…Omega.

A massive, round bed dominated the room, sheer curtains falling around it. It was packed with nesting materials, blankets dripping off the sides, big cushions cradling the edge of the mattress.

There was a vanity, and a green velvet couch, and a fluffy rug. There were pictures on the walls in pastel colours.

It even smelt good, of some flowery fragrance that probably complimented Sammy’s scent.

“Wow. This is…nice,” Chase stammered.

“I know, right? Here, sit.”

They settled on the couch, which, although a short width, was extended in length enough that they could stretch their legs a little.

Sammy handed him a blanket despite the mellow temperature. The material was stunningly soft, though, and Chase couldn’t help but run his hands through it, absolutely amazed that anything could feel like that.

His own nests had always been made of things on hand—old sheets and towels and clothes. He’d never, ever bought something because it felt soft to the touch.

“This is really nice,” Chase mumbled, suddenly burning up a little, cheeks hot. Sammy had perfected being an Omega. He was comfortable in his skin. Bought things just because they were pretty. Had a nest that a king would envy.

Chase, on the other hand, was half-broken and practically out of commission when it came to his designation.

“Thanks,” Sammy chirruped. “I can send you the link to the place I got it from. It has really nice stuff.”

“Oh, no,” Chase said automatically. He bit his lip. “I mean…sure, yeah. I’ll check it out.” It wasn’t a big deal if he looked. It wasn’t like he was going to get anything.