Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

39.Letting go

(Hi!:) Sorry for the wait. I was on vacation. This chapter will alternate between Timothee and Amelia's perspectives.Comment and vote!!) (* Warning: sexual content, smut, touching without consent, violence, multiple love triangles.)

                                                             
After dinner, I start to trip up the stairs with Timothee right behind me.His hand is placed on my upper back, making sure I don't stumble back. I'm not drunk. Just a little buzzed.

I drank some wine at dinner to stop myself from wanting to tackle my new sister,Natalie to the floor. She's unbearable, there were practically stars in her eyes everytime she would glance at Timothée.The way she was looking at him the whole time,like he was something edible she wanted a taste of, ignited a new type of jealously inside me that I didn't even know existed. I don't know If it's because she's my sister and we look a lot alike that's getting to my head, or if it's because she is so fucking persistent and wouldn't stop flirting with him in front of me.But either way,I feel this fiery rage from within me.

I pull Timothée in the room by his hand and without thinking about it much, I start to run my hands over his chest,making my way to the collar of his shirt, slowly pulling him in for a kiss.

I forget everything he did and I want him now more than ever.My whole body yearns for him. Head to toe.

His eyes widen a little in surprise to see how I eager I him for him, but then his eyes start to follow my movements in suspense. I poke my tongue in his mouth, so I could taste him and his mouth tastes as good as ever. He deepens the kiss,grabbing my waist as he moves his big hands down my body.I feel a shiver down my spine as a response to his touch underneath my shirt, and can't help but moan into his mouth.I kiss his soft lips and make my way down to his belt, unbuckling it as quick as I can.

"Mhmm,Hold on..Wait what's going on?" He mumbles onto my lips with his eyes still slightly closed.

"What do you mean?" I pull my lips off of his and start to kiss down his neck ravenously, smelling the intoxicating scent of his skin.

"Amelia.." He moans my name seductively, before snapping himself out of it before he gives in.

"No. No" He pushes me back, and grips my shoulders. "I mean, what's gotten into you? You're practically ripping my clothes off which I normally wouldn't be opposed to, but I know you and I know something is up. This is cause of how flirtatious your sister was being towards me downstairs, isn't it?" Timothée asks me with a small sigh.

"So what if it is?" I snap at him, feeling rejected.

"Amelia,I don't want to have sex with you as a game to get some type of upper hand towards your sister. I've been a wreck without you this last week. It's been hell being apart from you. If we're going to do this right now, I want to be passionate with you. I want you to let me make love to you. Not do whatever the fuck it is you're trying to do right now!" He shakes his head,and takes a step away from me.

Shit, He feels like I'm using him and like I don't want to actually do this. It's true that my sister brought out my jealous side tonight, but that doesn't mean I don't need Timothée miserably. I hate that I'm making him feel like I just want his body as revenge or a ploy. 

"No Timothée, I'm sorry." I place my hand on my forehead "Yes, I was jealous downstairs because she was throwing herself at you! But I want you. Not because I'm on a power trip towards Natalie,but because I need you. So badly."  I almost cringe at the words as they leave my mouth.

I sound like such a hopeless needy girl. But I am hopeless and needy when it comes to Timothée and trying to save face isn't working. I think I rather just be honest.