Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

42. Paris Nights

(Warnings:smut,sexual content,mentions of rough sex.)
(I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It was so cute. This one's for everyone who likes some fluff and romance.)

"Do you trust me?" Timothée asks me, with his big green eyes locked into mine.

And somehow, even after all the lies and dishonesty, I still do trust him. I trust him more than I trust anyone in this world.

"Against my better judgement, yes." I say in such a desperate tone it make's me feel embarrassed for myself.

He asked me to leave with him and I accepted. Even though I have no idea where we are going.

The rush I feel when I'm with him can't be replicated. Not with Ansel, Not with Jacob, Not with anybody.

I need him and only him.

The feelings I have for Ansel are confusing because it's the first time I've ever felt even a wave of true love for someone else but as I can see very obviously, it's still Timothée that holds complete power over me.

"Give me your hand." Timothée says as he reaches over for my hand and takes it in his., my legs shake on the concrete floors outside the restaurant.

He starts to pull me to the black suv that brought us all here.

"Get in." He demands as he opens the door for me, and gets inside beside me.

Elle was right, I would follow Timothée anywhere.

"Take us to nearest airport please." Timothée says to driver as he rummages through his wallet, pulling out his amex credit card. "but we need to make a quick stop at home to get our things." 

"Timothée,it might not be the best idea to go home." I say to him nervously.

"Amelia, I said trust me." He says to me with a half hearted smile, and grabs my chin with his hand.

The driver takes Timothée's instructions starts to drive us back to the Hampton's house.

Timothée has always been this way. You can never figure out his next move and that's probably what makes him so addictive to me.

It could be depression or a horrible childhood but since I could remember I always felt off..like a flower that's never seen sunlight but when Timothée was around, he was the sun who brought me back to life again.

Timothée collected our things from the house quickly. Thankfully,no one was home and surprisingly we still haven't received any calls or text from anyone yet about our disappearance.

I feel a nervousness settle in to the pit of my stomach as we pull up to the airport.

Timothée briskly snaps me out of it by opening the door, "Mia..don't start freaking out. We're together remember? You know I won't let anything bad happen to you." He stares at me with a serious but loving look on his face and I feel like I am about to melt.

I love him so much it hurts. I'm just scared. Really fucking scared.

Him and I have done a lot of crazy things, but to just leave our whole family and not tell them where we are going on a complete last minute limb is probably the most insane thing we've EVER done.

"I know.I'm sorry I think I'm just scared." I look down, as I suck in my breath.

"Hey..look at me." He lifts my face up to face his. "I love you more than anything in this whole world. I'm not scared of leaving everyone behind for awhile. The only thing I'm scared of is us being apart."