ʚɞ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 ʚɞ

9 | Do i wanna know?

I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm, groggily reaching out for my phone only to find something else in the way. It was Tim, sprawled out beside me, still lost in dreamland. He looked so serene that I couldn't bring myself to disturb him. With a sigh, I attempted to lean over him to silence the alarm, but my coordination failed me, and I ended up tumbling onto his chest, face down.

"Oof!" Tim grunted as my weight unexpectedly landed on him, jolting him awake.

I scrambled to right myself, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh my gosh, Tim, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"

Before I could finish my apology, Tim wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "You make a pretty cozy alarm clock, you know."

I couldn't help but giggle at his remark, feeling a mixture of relief and amusement. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not," I teased, snuggling into the warmth of his embrace.

"It's definitely a compliment," Tim assured me with a drowsy chuckle.

We lay there for a few more moments, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence, before the reality of the day ahead began to sink in. With a reluctant sigh, I reluctantly untangled myself from Tim's arms and sat up.

"We should probably get ready for work," I said, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. "We can't be late to the airport, remember?"

Tim groaned, rolling over onto his back and rubbing his eyes. "Whatever you say Boot," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Stop calling me that!" i said playfully.

As I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. Tim had come over because I was feeling overwhelmed and on the verge of hurting myself. He had talked me down, holding me until the storm inside me subsided. We fell asleep together. Cuddling.

My thoughts drifted to my Chris, who is luckily away for work. If he found out he would literally kill me. Tim and I were coworkers, not romantic partners, at least trying not to be, but we weren't together.

After my shower, I emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed but still slightly on edge. As I began to gather my things and get dressed, Tim wandered into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Mind if I hop in the shower real quick?" he asked, flashing me a sheepish grin.

"Go ahead," I replied, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in my stomach as I watched him disappear into the bathroom.

"Oh Lucy what is wrong with me?" i murmured to myself.

While Tim showered, I busied myself with making breakfast and packing our bags for work. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, towel slung over his shoulder, I couldn't help but blush at the sight of his bare chest glistening with water droplets.

"Morning," he said, flashing me a crooked smile as he joined me at the kitchen table.

"Morning," I replied, my voice coming out slightly squeaky as I tried to tear my gaze away from his chest. "I, uh, made you some coffee."

"Thanks," Tim said, accepting the cup with a grateful smile. As he took a sip, I found myself stealing glances at him from across the table, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our coffee and exchanging occasional glances and smiles. Despite the looming shadow of the day's mission and the turmoil in my personal life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where it was just the two of us, enjoying each other's company in the quiet stillness of the morning.

But suddenly i got a notification. I checked what it was and my heart stopped for a second. The message was from Chris. And I wished i didn't had to see it.

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