Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

27. Yearning

(Warning:Smut)

When I woke up the next morning, I was sure of two things.

I'm utterly and embarrassingly devoted to Timothée, and the circumstances that him and are in have become more and more terrifyingly dreadful and complicated.

"Finally, all of us having a proper breakfast together." My mom gleams as she glances at Timothee,Elle, and I across the table.

Timothee gives me a slight glance, as he watches me bite down on a crispy piece of toast.

Damn him. He's beautiful.

His groggy eyes and exhausted demeanor make him even more tempting.I wish it was just him and I, and he could take me right here on this dining room table.

When we got home after the car ride home, we went straight to bed.Last night was draining and hard on the both of us but atleast now I feel closer to him again.Like some of the secrets are gone.

"Timothée? Do you approve of Jacob?" My mom questions, while she moves a strand of her light brown hair out of her face and takes a sip of her orange juice.

"Mom!" My eyes widen in alarm.

"What? Timothée knows you better than any of us. You two have been two peas in a pod ever since Tom and I married. I just want to know his honest opinion on Jacob since he seems to be your boyfriend from what I am hearing!" My mother lowers her eyebrows towards me, before directing her attention back to Timothée.

"He's alright..I suppose."Timothée responds shortly,his mouth thinning with displeasure. He stabs the fork into the eggs on his plate, with obvious annoyance.

"I am glad you aren't opposed to him." Mom gives Timothée a smile before turning her head to me. "His mother and I went for lunch the other day and she was going on and on about you two! Apparently he's booked a cabin for you and some friends this weekend. Elle, I think his mother said he wanted you to join them as well!"

"C-cabin?" I stutter, my lips turning into a perplexed frown.

My eyes wander to a very displeased Timothée,who's unwavering glare latches on to me.

"Oh shoot!, I knew it was sort of a surprise but based on your face you had no clue at all! I'm sorry I didn't mean to ruin it for you." My mom chirps as she places her hand on mine, that's stiffly placed on the table. Elle looks at Timothée and I awkwardly,knowing the gravity of all of this and how big of disaster this will be.

Timothée anxiously bounces his foot, sitting on the black steel bench in front of our house. The sound of the rain makes the tension between us feel even more dramatic.
He stares at the driveway and puffs on a cigarette, as he waits for Jacob to pull up to pick me up for school.Spasms of irritation flash across his pale face.

"You're not going on some planned trip with him. He's doing all of this to get you in his grips." He grinds out the words, placing the cigarette back tightly between his lips.

"He just organized a whole trip without talking to me first...knowing you would react like this." I chew the bottom of lip, while trying to understand why he would do something like this.

"Cause he's a fucking weasel! Like I've been saying. He will do anything to try to take you away from me." Timothée frowns.

"No one's taking me away from you!" I snap, but my words are enough to make Timothée's face soften in assurance.

Jacobs headlights make the sky glisten as the rain pours down. Timothée shoots up from the bench,tossing his cigarette on the floor.

"You got some fucking nerve let me tell you.." Timothée approaches Jacobs car while Jacob gets out of the drivers seat, slamming the door behind him.