Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Nine

March 12, 22xx
Morning-(6:02am)

-Kla's P.O.V-

Groggily, I open my eyes, rubbing them to try and get the fogginess to go away. It still isn't very bright outside yet. My bed feels abnormally comfy and for once, all I want to do is stay in bed and bask in the the sound of Maxim's soft breaths and the warmth of his arms around me.

Maxim's soft breaths and the warmth of his arms around me.

Maxim's soft breaths and the warmth of his arms around me..?

WAIT.

I immediately snap my eyes open and scan the room, I'm not cold nor am I covered by my sheet, is this real?? I look up slowly to see Maxim's head is slightly turned to the side, still in a deep state of sleep. My face is pressing against his chest, his arms lazily wrapped around my back and it doesn't look like he'll be waking up anytime soon.

Feeling dazed, I'm unable to recall what occurred the previous night. This... worries me. Anything could've happened, and I don't know what to tell or ask Maxim when he wakes up. Suddenly, I'm feeling very awkward in this position... He's very close to me, dangerously close and his scent is pretty strong, tempting my self control.

Not good.

His scent never really tempted me before, so why is it appealing to me now? I gently climb off him, making sure that I don't wake him, mainly because I'm a bit embarrassed and confused. There's no way I would let him get that close without a reason, and I pray it's not what I think it is. Well atleast I don't think so, his scent isn't too overwhelming so maybe it's something else happened. Shit. I just don't know.

While my heart races and my thoughts wonder he starts to shift slightly and I hear him murmur a soft but audible,

"Kla.."

Oh fuck me, what happened last night??

He realizes that I'm not in his grasp and starts to wake up. I shuffle to the other side of the bed and watch him wake up.

"Mmm, morning," he says during a yawn, I don't respond verbally but nod my head.

"Last night," I speak and his expression tenses.

Shit.

"Did we.. Do anything last night?" I ask hiding my shame and embarrassment, he blushes a deep red.

Jesus please no.

My face goes from calm to worried immediately, he notices and reaches out a reassuring hand to my shoulder.

"No, don't panic! You just kinda.. Got a little tipsy and a.. tad bit emotional but that's all."

I'm really unsure if I should be thankful that I didn't go ape shit or be concerned that I was tipsy when I didn't drink.

"The pills you took were actually laughing pills and just made you a drunken mess, but you didn't.. Do anything." I sighed in relief, that sounded like music to my ears.

Wait what about laughing pills-

"I mean you did lay on me and my lap and said a few... things... but that's all," his blush covered his face and even spread to his ears, oh boy.

"What did I say to you?" I tried to remain calm but my head was spinning a constant 360 while I tried to process everything.

"Well, you told me that I looked like a puppy, said how my thighs were soft and said I was your omega," he hid his flushed face, I don't even know what is happening, I need fresh air.