your pov or your thoughts (idk)
Perfect..perfect..perfect.
Just look at the way his lips are parted open as his soft breath comes out between them.
That little front curl is draped over the bump and along curve of his chiseled nose.
His eyelids are moving around, he's dreaming.
But what about? Me, maybe? I hope so.
I'm starting to fantasize a happy life for us both. We'll live somewhere out in the country, just the two of us, or just right here in the city like we always have. Who knows.
Imagine us all old and grey, sitting on our front steps not caring about anything else in the world because we're together.
The way he occupies my mind feels unreal.
Is he the one? I think he is. Does he think I'm the one? Fingers crossed.
Oh, look...his eyelashes are fluttering.
"What are you doing?" he asked, smiling and opening up his eyes all the way.
"Thinking."
"About?"
"How hard I'm falling for you." I smile back.
He reached out to me, pulling me into his arms as he pressed the softest kisses onto my lips.
"I'm falling even harder." he says.
might delete this one later.
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FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
