You're My Safe Place

"Yes"

It had been 4 months since the last time Brooklynn and Timothée hung out like they did that night. Not because they hadn't wanted to, their schedules just didn't allow it.

They managed to find time to go to a club with a few of Timothée's old friends one saturday night, but they didn't get a moment alone.

After that, Timothée had to spend a few weeks in Boston for reshoots for a movie he had filmed, and then he spent the remainder of the winter in LA handling business and going to meetings that he couldn't do over zoom from New York.

Brooklynn had been quite busy too, she had officially become a partner with Lancôme and had been shooting as their cover girl for a few weeks. Things were moving incredibly fast for her and somewhere in the mix her ex had returned home.

That is why she finds herself staring into a sad bowl of caesar salad, trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton.

Brooklynn didn't have too many exes. She never really dated in highschool. She only had one boyfriend who she barely spoke to and broke up with after prom.

It wasn't until college that she had her first real relationship, when she met Ashton.

He was an incredibly handsome man, dark brown eyes that could pierce through your heart, buzzed hair, tattoos going up and down his arms that made him a bit intimidating, but he also had the most gorgeous smile that could melt all of your worries away.

Their relationship was sweet, she had felt like she was seeing the world with new eyes.

Her first love.

Her first time.

and her first heartbreak.

It all started off beautifully. It felt like a never ending love song. A fairytale with no conflicts or antagonists. That was until she began her career.

He was supportive at first, but when she landed her first big job with aerie doing an, "all bodies are beautiful" underwear line, their relationship began to take a turn.

"I just don't understand why my girlfriend needs to be in every ad on instagram butt ass naked!" He spat as he paced around the room.

"I'm not naked Ashton, I'm in-" Brooklynn began in a calm tone, hoping to prevent the inevitable screaming match.

"Underwear" He mocked rolling his eyes, "I know you have told me a million fucking times. But that doesn't change the fact that your whole body is basically on display!" He stopped his pacing and stood in front of Brooklynn.

"I have guys coming up to me telling me their jacking off to MY girlfriend, you know how fucking embarrassing that is?" Brooklynn flinched bit, not out of fear, out of hurt.

"It's really embarrassing Brookie! I thought you had more self respect than that."

With that Brooklynn had enough, she stood from her chair and squinted at him.

"No." She said, "Fuck that, you don't get to pick and choose when you will support me and you can't project your insecurities onto me." She spoke not letting her voice raise to match his.

"The fuck does that mean? My insecurities?"

"You are just worried that your friends will want to fuck me, and you think I'd give in if they asked."

"I know you would."

"No Ashton, you just think I would. And you think that because it's exactly what you would do in my situation."