Bound By Obsession

Chapter 4

I woke up feeling a bit groggy but strangely content. The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains of my room. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness, and then I glanced at my side.

Wednesday was lying peacefully beside me, her black hair fanned out over the pillow, her face calm and untroubled in sleep.

Even with her eyes closed, she radiated that same quiet and unyielding presence that drew me in from the very beginning.

She was beautiful in an effortless, haunting kind of way, and the sight of her made my heart skip a beat.

A smile tugged at my lips as I sat up, careful not to disturb her. But I couldn't help but just watch her for a moment longer. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the slight furrow in her brow that even sleep couldn’t erase.

God, I was lucky to have her here.

Then, as if sensing my gaze, her body shifted slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times before fixing her gaze on me.

"You really got me distracted," she said, her voice raspy from sleep but still carrying that signature dry tone.

I chuckled softly, running a hand through my hair as I slid out of bed.

"Sorry for making you stay," I said, glancing over my shoulder at her. "You think Tyler will get mad?"

Her expression remained stoic as she sat up, smoothing her hair back.

"No, he won’t." But there was a subtle tension that made me doubt her words.

I knew Tyler well enough now to realize he wouldn’t take this lightly, especially not after what I discovered. Not that it mattered to me. I’d deal with him later if I had to.

Sighing, I headed to the kitchen and started making coffee, the sound of the machine filling the quiet room.

"You want some?" I asked, turning to look at her.

Wednesday shook her head, her eyes never leaving me. She was watching me carefully, as if weighing her next words.

"About last night..." she began, her voice softer, more deliberate now.

I froze for a moment, the cup of coffee halfway to my lips. My mind raced, replaying every detail of the night—how I’d kissed her, confessed my feelings, how I couldn’t stand the thought of her with anyone else, especially not Tyler.

"Right..." I set the cup down on the table and sighed. "I’m sorry, Wednesday. I shouldn’t have done that. I was drunk, and I got carried away."

Her gaze didn’t waver, and asked, "Did you mean what you said to me? About your feelings?"

The question caught me off guard. I’d expected her to dismiss it, to brush it off as a moment of weakness on my part. But here she was, asking me to own up to it. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes," I said quietly, meeting her eyes. "I know I was drunk, but I meant every word, Wednesday." I looked down, my fingers tracing the edge of the cup. "I... I want you to be with me. I know it’s crazy, and I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but—"

"Who said I don’t like you back?" she interrupted, her voice steady and softer than I’d ever heard it before.

I blinked, my head snapping up to meet her gaze.

"What?" I could barely process the words that had just come out of her mouth.

Wednesday stood from the bed and walked over to me, her steps slow and deliberate. Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my cheek, and I felt my heart race. Her touch was so gentle.