Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

15. You're Mine

  (Hi loves ♡ We are now resuming back to Amelia's POV. Forbidden Fruit will alternate between Amelia and Timothee's POV but will primarily be in Amelia's perspective.)

The liquid courage is helping me speak to Timothée without fear or reservations.I feel a slight lump in my throat that I swallow down.

"I'm going to start seeing Jacob. It's a good cover.My grandma told me word is spreading and if I don't do something to stop it, there will be consequences. I told Jacob about all of this..He is a part of the same cult. He understands." I try to explain, and every word falls heavy falling from my lips.

Timothée is my other half. He is my absolute everything, but I can't lose my future.Dancing is the only thing that helps me escape and if my grandmother takes that away from me, i'll have no other outlet. I've been wanting to go Julliard my whole life.This won't be another one of my dreams that are crushed. Besides,who knows if she'd stop there.She made it seem like it was her mission to keep Timothée out of my life as a romantic partner. She hates Tom and just assumes that he is like his father but Timothee isn't.

Not even in the slightest..

Timothée looks to me with his eyes heavy and panicked,before getting up. He loses his balance a bit.He starts to stride back and forth to calm himself down,grabbing his hair and pulling at it softly.

"Timothée.. Jacob put it to me this way. He knows you and I have something between us. Far more than stepbrother and stepsister or some twisted sexual fetish. He will be my 'cover' and this way he can get to know me and have me give him some type of fair chance."

"You're telling me the solution is that JACOB is going to be your little imitation boyfriend?  And I'm supposed to do what? Just sit back and watch? Amelia, have you COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?" Timothée shouts while rubbing the space between his eyebrows.

I know it sounds crazy and he will despise me for it but it's our only option.

"I can't even fathom the thought of someone else kissing you and I had to face that nightmare tonight. You don't know how bad I wanted to bash his head in, and now you're asking me to be in some type of messed up relationship trio?" He continues harshly.

"Timothee please.. I'm sorry.I really am,but what are my other options? Have my grandmother wreck both of our lives? It's not that we're not going to be together anymore-

"Stop fooling yourself. We aren't together." Timothée interjects as he stabs the last sentence into my heart.

"You know what?" I say throwing my hands in the air, "You're right. I shouldn't have even tried to talk to you about any of this!" I sit up from across him and walk up to my bedroom.

My head throbs like a heartbeat which wakes me up from a comfortable sleep. I drank way too much last night and the ringing in my ears is the evidence of that.I roll over crinkling the white bed sheets beneath me and see my alarm clock flashing 9:00 am. At least I slept in for once.

I need Tylenol to stop this raging headache.I pull on a sweater and wiggle in some slippers as the chilly air causes me to shiver.I grip the handles of the staircase while I glide down and smell something delightful coming from the kitchen.

I enter to see Timothée with a pan in hand and in nothing but his boxers.His slender back is to me before he turns his neck around and meets my eyes.

"For the hangover." He says blanky and places a stack of pancakes on a plate infront of me with Tylenol and a glass of water on the side.

I crack him a small smile, and pull the plate closer.Even when he's upset, he cant help but be completely lovable.

"Amelia, if I have to agree to this you have to promise me one thing." He says in reference to last night.

I nod my head slowly awaiting his request.

"You have to promise me you won't have sex with him." Timothée demands frowning.I stare at him in awe.

"I'm the only one who gets to touch you like that. You're mine Amelia. I'm sorry if I sound like a controlling asshole but I can't share you." He finishes, and his nostrils flare a little in frustration.

"I promise." I say with sincerity.

I wasn't planning on having sex with Jacob.After my experience with Ansel, I realized sex without a connection like the one Timothée and I share is just pointless to me.It makes me feel empty and dead inside and yeah sure, Jacob is sweet and we shared a kiss at a party. But that doesn't mean we have a true connection. He's just another attractive guy who's relatively nice.That doesn't mean Jacob and I will ever be something more.

  (*Sorry for the short chapter. I promise more juicy things are coming very soon!;)