We are stuck together like peas in a pod

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When Alpha meets Omega

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Chapter 9: we are stuck together like peas in a pod

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Unlike his usual waking up time, Carlos finds himself blinking his eyes open to the sun peeking right through the windows of the infirmary. It’s annoyingly bright, he thinks, and Ricardo must think so too because his head is buried into Carlos’s back, arm curled around his waist.

They’re spooning.

Warmth simmers low in Carlos’s belly.

When the omega shifts, tries to roll off the cot quietly, Ricardo mumbles and tightens his grip around Carlos’s waist, effortlessly drawing him back, the omega squeaking in protest. “Ric,” Carlos whispers, reaching back to press his hand against Ricardo’s stomach.

Ricardo grumbles some more, almost whining in his sleep as Carlos manages to wiggle himself free. During the night, the dark sweater has ridden up on the alpha, exposing a thin strip of pale skin between the waistband of his borrowed underwear and the hem of the sweater.

Carlos manages to sit up, free of the