Page 20 of Hot for Teacher
Probably. Possibly. Maybe.
Spencer bolted upright out of nowhere. “Oh my god. Should we make grilled cheeses?”
Yeah, he’d definitely had some weed with his booze.
Chase shook his head. “I think I might go to bed, actually. I’m beat.”
Spencer sank back with a disappointed sigh. “But I’m not tiredyet.” He gave Chase a hopeful look. “Wanna sleep out here on the couch while I watch my movie?”
Chase really, really did.
“Yeah, man, that sounds great.”
Chase grabbed a spare pillow and shoved it against Spencer’s side, laying down his head. He tucked his legs onto the couch, grinning when Spencer draped a blanket over him.
Long fingers petted through Chase’s hair as the sound of alphas fighting on the TV screen filled the air again. “You’re the best, dude,” Spencer said with a happy sigh.
Chase wasn’t anything special. But it was clear Spencer didn’t want to be alone tonight, and for some reason, neither did Chase. He might not get the best sleep of his life on the living room couch, but at least he’d be with someone who cared, and that felt kind of important.
Even if Spencer’s spiced pheromones weren’t quite right, they were familiar. Comforting.
Chase closed his eyes and—for the second time that night—let himself fall asleep next to an alpha.
The next two weeks were… fine. Totally and completely fine.
Chase went to class, studied less than he should have, and met some of his former teammates at the sandpits for a chaotic game of beach volleyball. He spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to convince Spencer that just because Noah was keeping his new relationship private didn’t mean he suddenly hated them.
Chase even went to a terrible party and let himself be flirted with by a hopeful omega with pink hair and pretty freckles. That had also been … fine.
So Chase had been busy. Time card full.
He hadn’t seen Burke. Not once.
“Do you think this is real tuna? Or, like, the imitation stuff?”
Chase pulled himself out of his head to find Spencer peeling the top piece of bread off his sandwich, staring at the contents with suspicion.
They were at a coffee shop on campus they liked, one near the biosciences building that had terrible sandwiches but excellent outdoor seating. Noah was with them for a change, although he kept glancing at his phone with an enamored smile he should definitely be embarrassed about.
“I don’t think imitation tuna is a thing,” Chase told Spencer when Noah didn’t offer up any words of wisdom. “You thinking of imitation crab?”
Spencer snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s it.” He narrowed his eyes at his sandwich. “Is that what this is?”
“You’re asking if your tuna sandwich is made from imitation crab?”
“Yeah.” Spencer held it out to Chase. “Try a bite.”
It wasn’t worth arguing. Chase grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, immediately letting it fall from his mouth into a napkin. “Jesus. Maybe it is, actually.”
Spencer eyed Chase’s turkey club hopefully. “Is yours good?”
“No, but it’s not … that.” Chase pushed half of it toward him. “Have at it.”
Spencer started eating happily, and they were silent for a bit. It was another beautiful day—sunny but not too hot—and Chase flipped his hat and tipped his head back, letting the sun hit his face.
He should be content. He was always content on days like this, when the weather was nice and his friends were at his side.
“Hey, Spence, are you on any apps lately?” he found himself asking.
