A Day In New York (ft. Timothee Chalamet)

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I rinsed off in the shower and got into an oversize shirt and shorts. I walked out of the bathroom for Timothee to also rinse off and change.

"All done, the bathrooms all yours," I said with a smile.

"Thanks, I won't be long," he said with a smile.

I rummaged through my suitcase, looking for my skincare and toothbrush. I combed my hair and put it up into a loose bun. Timothee then walked out in a shirt and sweats.

"Miss me?" he said sarcastically with a smirk.

"so much!" I said, rolling my eyes.

We laughed.

"Do you want something to drink or something?" he asked, stretching his arms above his head.

"I'II take a green tea with one sugar," I said with a smile.

"As you wish, m'lady. I will go turn on the kettle," he said in a funny accent.

I laughed.

"You're going to make the tea yourself?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, yes I am. There's a kettle downstairs; might as well use it," he replied, making his way downstairs.

"Thank you, Timmy T," I shouted, teasing him.

"IM GOING TO PUT SALT INSTEAD OF SUGAR!" he called back.

I laughed.

I turned on some music and went into the bathroom to do my skincare. I wet my face and rubbed my face while humming. I reached for the towel with my eyes closed and dried my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Timothee standing at the door with a mug.

"Tea's ready," he said.

"You scared the shit out of me," I said, laughing.

"My bad. I added extra salt," he replied, laughing.

I grabbed the tea and took a sip........it was sweet. I smiled, thanking him.

"What are you doing anyway?" he asked, looking at all the products on the counter.

"Skincare. Want to join?' I asked.

"Sure," he said with a curious face.

"We need to get your hair out of the way," I said, grabbing a rubber band and handing it to him.

"Can you do it?" he asked.

"Don't complain if I pull your hair," I laughed.

I carefully reached for his curly hair, soon realizing I was on my tiptoes.

"Need me to sit down or something?' he asked, laughing.

"It's fine; just squat a little," I said, laughing.

He grabbed my waist and sat me on the counter. I blushed.

"How's this?' he asked with a smile.

"Perfect," I said.

I told him to wash his face and dry it off. While he was washing his face, I played "Baptized In Fire" by Kid Cudi.

"You like Cudi?" he asked while drying his face.

"Of course," I replied.

He smiled.

"Im going to put a face mask on. Do you also want one?" I asked

"Yes, and can you apply it on me? I feel like I might fuck it up," he asked, looking at the face mask paste.

"Sure, come here," I said, giggling.