bound; governed by fate or extremely likely to occur.
"Face it, Marco. You and I are bound to one another. Even after all this time, even despite the consequences of our love, you can't keep yourself away from me-and neither can I."
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L A N A | D E L | R E Y - Body Electric "My clothes still smell like you, And all the photographs say you're still young; I pretend I'm not hurt, And go about the world like I'm having fun."
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ROMESSA.
I woke up the next morning to the peculiar sensation of warmth and comfort—one which was remarkably familiar. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was in Marco's arms and not William's, hence the softness and warmth I felt. The German was still sleeping, soft snores escaping his parted lips while he held me as though his life depended on it. As I stirred slightly, Marco only pulled me in closer, causing my cheeks to warm. Did he mean to do that? Probably not. Knowing that Marco was too deep in his stupor to notice, I welcomed his embrace and curled further into him, comforted by memories of doing the exact same thing when I was a teenager.
Marco grinned suddenly, his eyes still closed, before I gasped in surprise. He's awake. He then opened his eyes and stuck his tongue out, an action so sudden that I couldn't help but jump in reaction. "Ugh!" I rolled my eyes as Marco laughed infectiously, proud of his trick—and knowing that I wouldn't have snuggled into him if I knew he was awake. "Good morning," he yawned. His smile rescinded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, slowly taking the time to graze his tongue against my lower lip before he pulled me closer into him. Just as my eyes began to close, Marco pulled away, smirking handsomely yet again before speaking. "I missed teasing you."
"Marco," I breathed. "This was an awful idea."
Marco squeezed my thigh. "You and I are bad people, aren't we?" I couldn't tell if he was still joking as he spoke, his voice gravelly from having just woken up.
"Sometimes I imagine what would happen if William found out," I blurted. I suddenly drew in a sharp breath of realization—I had a boyfriend, and I was obliged to communicate with him. "Oh, William! I should call him and let him know I'm alive—"
"No way." Marco playfully grabbed my phone before I could reach it, his agile arms moving far quicker than mine. "He's a grown man! I'm sure he'll live."
"Wouldn't you, too, if I diverted my attention for two minutes?" I attempted to grab my phone from the German—but he only caught my hand before pulling me into him, causing me to burst into a fit of laughter as my forehead crashed into his hard chest. Marco relaxed then, allowing me to get up and blink as I carefully tried to predict whether or not he planned on making another move.
But he only bit his lip, however, before placing his hands on my bare waist. "I lived without you for two years," he whispered. "I'm sure he'd suffice for a few hours."
