Bound to You (Literally)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I am surrounded by warmth, all over my body, well apart from my hand which is strangely quite cool. I am so comfy but I am too hot.

I open my eyes and try to move my head around but it won’t move. I start to panic, thinking that Jett paralysed me in the middle of the night, but then I feel the warm muscular arm under my body, so I am lying on it and the hand belonging to that arm is laced with the arm that I am not lying on so it is crossed over my body.

I also feel another muscular arm wrapped around my waist, tucked under the arm and was pulling me against a strong chest. I also felt a large leg, hooked on top of my one so there leg hooks on the top of my leg and then hooks through the middle of both of them so both of my legs arm cradling it. And finally I feel someone’s face pressed against the back of my neck, where their breath tickles the little hairs on the back of my neck.

I look around panicked at first because all I can remember is the argument about me going to the toilet but then I remember what happened afterwards:

FLASHBACK ~

“GET OFF ME!” Jett yells in horror when I climb on top of him, and he realises that I might actually pee on him.

“Let me have a piss!” I yell and cling onto him as he tries to throw me off me.

“No!” He stubbornly says and tries to get me off him, but I still am sitting on him.

“Fine then.” I still my movements and I make my face scrunch up so it looks like I am about to push a wee out and I make my body tense.

“Shit! Get off, get off, get off!” He screams like a little girl and throws himself off the bed and drags me with him as he runs to the bathroom. He throws the door open and shoves me towards the toilet.

“Pee! FOR GODS SAKE JUST TAKE A PISS!” He screams. 

“Fine, Jesus, if that’s what you want I’ll have a wee.” I say very calmly and I slowly walk over to the toilet.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” He yells.

“Shh, just calm down, and turn around.” I say and make a circular motion with my hand.

Jett clenches his teeth and turns around but he is still standing very close to me. I awkwardly pull down my pyjama pants and sit down on the toilet.

“You should probably go because I don’t want my sleep to be disturbed.” I say grinning at him like an idiot. 

“Fat bitch!” He growls at me.

I feel tears form in my eyes and I quickly turn away from him, but it doesn’t go un-noticed by Jett.

“What?” Jett asks when he sees I’ve got my back to him.      

“Nothing.” I try not to sniff because I know that if I sniff he will know that I am crying.

“Lianna?” Jett asks softly and I feel him press himself behind me.

“Mmmm?” I don’t trust myself to say anything so I bite my lips.

I feel Jett step around me and stand in front of me. I feel him grasp a hold of my chin and tilt my head up softly.

“Shit!” He says and pulls me into his warm embrace.

“I’m sorry, next time I’ll let you have a wee straight away.” He says while rubbing my back with my face buried in his chest.

“It’s not that.” I laugh and pull away from him, but immediately feel like I want to run back in his arms.