Page 81 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

A zip of electricity ran across his spine at the notification on his screen—something was waiting for him at his PO box.

He felt ten times more awake as he poured his coffee into a travel mug and skipped to his car. He could easily walk to his destination, but knowing Aunix, he’d need the car to haul the gift home.

Chase was not disappointed. It took two workers to get the huge box into his trunk, and then him and the doorman to get it into the elevator and up to his apartment.

He stood in his living room after, sans coffee or coffee mug, staring at the slightly battered cardboard box in front of him.

The embarrassment of last night washed away. His daddy was constantly showing Chase how much he cared. Chase sending him a semi-drunk voice memo babbling about how much he thought about Aunix was nothing in comparison, surely.

He took a picture of the box and sent it over to Aunix.

It was still pretty early, just shy of eight in the morning, and Chase had the whole day stretched out before him. He sat on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee and texted Sammy.

Chase

You wanna go buy stuff for my apartment today?

He didn’t get a response, but Chase hadn’t expected to—Sammy was probably still passed out in bed.

It was a little over an hour later when his phone buzzed. Chase grinned so wide his cheeks hurt as he opened the message.

Aunix

Morning, baby

I didn’t know you could send voice recordings over this thing. You have a nice voice

Charlie

Thank you daddy although I used an app to distort it slightly

Aunix

Oh, well, smart thinking. What’s the app?

Chase sent it over, and then there was radio silence for at least five minutes.

He pouted at the box. He’d wanted to open it straight away.

He was interrupted from his mental whining as his phone vibrated. But not just a little one—it was an incoming call.

From ❤️Aunix‍❤️

Chase fought the urge to fling the phone to the other side of the room, a million grasshoppers going wild in his stomach, his heart turning into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

He took a breath and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

Chase was melting. Chase was a puddle of thick, warm goo on the floor as that deep voice growled into his ear.

Holy fuck. He knew Aunix must be using the distortion app, but there was still something almost familiar in the cadence of his voice.

Maybe they’d met in another life. Maybe this was just a reunion between bonded souls.

Luckily, Chase wasn’t sappy enough to say that out loud. “Hey, Daddy.”