Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

31.Drunk

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(Warning:explicit sexual content, smut, and drinking)

Jacob and I walk into the charming looking restaurant. It's dark and filled with candles. He wasn't kidding when he said it's fancy.

"I made a reservation for 2 under the name Jacob." He says to the hostess as he places his hand on my lower back.

"Right this way." This hostess guides us. Jacob's hand moves from my lower back and intertwines with my hand.

"This restaurant is stunning." I smile sweetly at him and we walk to the very back.

He let's go of my hand and pulls out my chair. "You're stunning." Jacob grins which makes me flush red.

Thank god it's so dark in here.

We look through the menu and when are waiter arrives, I put in a rather big order.

"Damn, no disrespect but for such a tiny girl you got an appetite." He laughs, "I like it."

The night goes by quickly and I'm on my 3rd glass of champagne. I'm enjoying myself a little too much with Jacob.

"You wanna dance?" He looks over at the dance floorwith a live band who's playing beautifully.

"Sure." I smile as Jacob walks over and holds his hand out to me, which causes me to giggle.

We make our way to the dance floor and I see the people at their tables looking at us.

Jacob pulls my in by my waist softly and gently sways me back and forth to beat of the music.

I put my head on his shoulder. He feels safe and it makes me feel weird because nobody ever felt safe to me but Timothée.

"I really care about you Amelia." Jacob whispers in my ear.

I lift my head off of his shoulder to look at him. The way the candlelight in this room dims his face makes the voices in my head go silent...and now all I can see his him.

"Okay, I might be a little tipsy." I grab Jacob's collar as I stumble out the restaurant laughing.

"The champagnes got you all giddy." He chuckles and opens the car door for me.

Jacob closes the door and hops in beside me. He has one hand on the steering wheel and I feel his other hand make its way to mine. His skin is smooth and toasty.

I start to notice this isn't the same way we came and we arrive at a dreamy little house.

"This isn't our cabin." I state confused.

"Nope." Jacob looks at me, his lips curling into a dimpled smile.

"Okay?..What are we doing here?" I scrunch my nose.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to murder you." He laughs. "This is my parents cottage."

"Oh. I didn't know your parents had a place around here."

"Well? Will you go inside with me for a little?"Jacob asks, his eyes widening with anticipation.

"Um..sure." I say uncertain.

He seems pleased to hear me agree and helps me out the car and up the walkway and stairs that lead to the house.

When he unlocks the door in front of me, I see a trail of red roses and a bunch of electric candles flickering on the floor that lead to a white fuzzy rug infront of the fireplace.