Bound To Him | ✔️

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~Katya's POV~

Onyx ended up driving back home after the two of us took a quick shower together, so I was more than a little bit surprised when he returned just a few hours later. Except now he held a bag in his hand, which my gaze immediately zeroed in on when I opened the front door.

I cocked my head to the side and pointed a finger down to the bag. "Uh, what is that?" I asked, my question earning me a snort of amusement from his lips as he slid past me to enter my apartment. "Well I don't exactly have clothes here, so I figured I'd just bring some over." He said, causing me to furrow my brows as I shut my front door and turned to face him. "How long are you planning to stay here, exactly?" I asked, confused. All he did was shrug. "Just until the break is over, probably. It's not like either of us have anyone else to hang out with, anyway." He responded.

"Well, I guess you're right.." I agreed with a pout, quickly locking my front door. The two of us headed back to my room, where he set his bag down on the floor beside my little vanity table. I bit my lip and flopped down in bed, grabbing my TV remote from my bedside table first before I scooted to the side to make extra room for Onyx. As I suspected he would, he came and stretched his long, broad frame out in the empty space beside me. He seemed to be very comfortable in my bed and I bit my lip, pulling my blankets over my shins to hide the nervous bounces of my foot.

Though I shouldn't have been so nervous around him, I couldn't help it. The fact that he'd be staying with me for the remainder of the week was an odd thing to think about, and it made me a little bit anxious. Sure, he and I had been alone together before but not for that long.

Wanting to take my mind off of the stupid worries that were already brewing, I turned on the TV and found a random movie for us to begin watching, not caring what it was. Onyx seemed pretty content with the movie, most likely because it wasn't a scary one, but I didn't have it in me to focus on it in the first place. Taking my eyes off of the side of his face was proving to be a difficult feat, so I ended up just quietly observing him instead.

Unable to focus on the movie, I quietly spoke up. "I'm surprised you're the only other one who didn't go home for the week—to see your family, you know." I mentioned, my words causing him to glance down at me. I pulled down the sleeves of my black hoodie and then slipped my fingers beneath the bottom of the black biker shorts that I wore, contrasting white slogans on the right and left leg of the shorts. On the right thigh it said catch flights, while the left thigh said not feelings.

"Ah, my family doesn't celebrate thanksgiving and they're pretty far away so I don't go very often." He explained in a murmur, causing my lips to part as I nodded my head in realization. "Oh, okay." I hummed.

"What about you? Why didn't you go see your family?" He questioned, cocking up a brow curiously. I gave a shrug of my shoulders and bit on my lip, brushing a strand of my hair back when it fell into my face. "Just didn't have enough money to fly back, but it's not a big deal. As long as I can get home for Christmas, I don't really mind." I responded, the actual conversation that began to flow between us making me relax a little.

Eventually, the two of us completely disregarded the movie that was on TV, instead gravitating closer to one another as we talked. I didn't mind it very much at all and neither did he, in fact he even slid one of his legs between mine, tangling them together rather intimately. It caught me a little off guard, but I didn't dare to pull away because, if I was honest, I liked the intimacy and the closeness of it.

As the day passed and it turned to night, I curled my leg around his and my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as I peered up at him. "I'm surprised you wanted to stay with me for so long." I stated softly, nibbling on my bottom lip. There was a slight furrow between my brows, a slight smirk growing on his handsome face. "Well, I figured at the least we could both get sex whenever we want it if I'm here. You don't have to come to me and I don't have to come to you." He hummed, one strong arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. I snorted, my chest pressing into his side as I smiled in amusement. "Then I'm guessing you don't mind staying, even if you hate me?" I asked.

Onyx paused, that faint hint of a smirk fading until he was no longer smiling, a frown now on his lips as he looked at me intently. He seemed to be thinking about something rather hard, but I didn't have it in me to ask what exactly. "Yeah, I don't mind." He responded in a mutter. A split second passed, as if he was hesitating, before he added in a murmur, "Even if I hate you."

But there was something about the way he said it that, for once, made his words not sound as certain.

**

I must've fallen asleep at some point because I found myself waking up in Onyx's embrace, his strong arms clutching me around the waist. My eyes narrowed at the darkness that I was greeted with when I opened them, expecting the bedroom lights to have still been on, but Onyx must've turned them off at some point.

Gently I shifted in his embrace, slipping from his arms and quietly getting out of bed to head into the bathroom. I used the restroom quickly, washing my hands before I exited the bathroom and tip-toed my way back to my bed, getting in beside Onyx's large frame. The second my body dipped into bed, I felt a familiar arm grab me by my waist, pulling me down against a warm chest. "Mm, go back to bed, kitty." Onyx muttered sleepily into my ear as he spooned me from behind.

At first I was a little bit tense, surprised still at his gentle tone and the sleepy sound of his voice, but I relaxed into him after a minute or so. It was strange, the way that my heart was racing within my chest and my stomach swirled with nerves, and yet I felt at ease in his arms at the same time. Even as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace again, comforted, I felt my fingertips trembling. It was a strange thing, I couldn't help but to think.

This was my first time ever feeling like this around someone, and perhaps the swirling of nerves within my belly was not due to him but rather the effects he had on me—because I knew what the feelings meant and yet I wasn't sure what to do with them.