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🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
* * *Quick Note: Listen to the song above!meghareadshared this song with me for Timay and Noah by Bryce Fox, Horns. I gotta agree with her, it's like it was written for them!😁❤️ Maybe not this chap🤭 but Timay and Noah in general. Just wanted to share it with you all. On with the chapter!
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Timay has been giving me strange looks - looks that I'm unable to decipher - for the past three weeks.
It's expressions and unwavering gazes that I'm unfamiliar with when it comes to her, and I don't know whether it's freaking me out or scaring the shit out of me - perhaps both?
We've spent these weeks smashing chapter after chapter, adding and improving her manuscript. The hostility she often displays towards me hasn't been present and I swear I've caught her gazing at me dreamily - could be my ego talking - once or twice.
Is there something in the water I haven't been warned about?
Look, I'm not complaining but you've gotta understand, Timay doesn't do dreamy looks.
Steamy, sexy, fuck-me-smirks, suggestive seductive glances are her thing but dreamy?
Not a fuck.
Ever since that night by Rocco's something has shifted and I can't place my finger on it but bite my nuts and call me Skippy if I don't go with the flow and positive vibes radiating from Timay - I know, so unlike her.
There's something uncharacteristically different about her and it confuses and simultaneously excites the hell out of me.
I'm getting to know a different side to her, and I can't say I'm hating it.
I've spent countless nights after I told her I'm in love with her imagining what it would be like to unravel the mystery that is Timay Hues and it intrigued me but then I'd remember she walked away from me that night under the moonlit sky beside the frozen lake.
I'd clutch my chest tightly, rubbing my palm in circular motions to ease the pain that erupted in my heart that I ultimately thought was a heart attack.
But enough of that... Negativity.
When her brown orbs gaze into mine I forget about our painful past. I forget all the pain I endured when she walked away.
When a smile dances across her face, lighting her orbs, and creasing her eyes in the corners, it's in that moment I want to reside forever. I want to witness that smile lighting up her entire face and memorize every crease, every line, every curve that makes up her ethereal beauty.
I want to witness every moment, not just the fluffy moments.
I want to marvel at her brows that crease in frustration when her fingers dance effortlessly across the keyboard.
