Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

45.Object Of Affection

(Warning: smut,sexual content.)

"Baby?" Timothée says softly causing me to lift my head up from his shoulder and look up at him with heavy eyes. "Our flight is boarding next." He says while moving a piece of my hair out of my face.

The last week of our winter break in Paris flew by so fast and now we have to go back to what I've been dreading and that's facing the real world back home. Every moment Timothée and I spent together on this trip made me realize how much I can't be without him and how without the complicated nature that follows our family, we fit together almost perfectly. Even the parts of us that are screwed up fit together in some way.

I don't want to go back home and face Ansel, Jacob, Natalie, and our parents. "I don't want to go back home Timmy." I say with an anxious sigh and sink my head deeper onto his shoulder.

He bites his lip and takes in what I said. "Trust me, I don't want to go back either. I would stay here with you forever if it was possible." He says with sadness in his voice as I glance back up at him.

"Amelia? Let's make a pact before we go back home." Timothée's green eyes gaze deep into mine.

"What kind of pact?" I ask.

"That when we get back home we won't let anything come between us again. No matter what happens, we will work through it. We belong together and you know it's true." Timothée says as he cups my face in his hands. I nod at him in agreement.

"I love you." I say quietly as I press my forehead to his.

"I love you more than anything in this world." He says back to me in a low voice and presses his eyes together for a minute before we hear the boarding announcement in the speakers.

Timothée and I get up quickly and grab our suitcases as we make our way over to the line. I don't want to leave this airport or Paris. The thought of going back and seeing everything we left behind back home makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Our flight back home went by quicker then I had hoped but I soaked up every last moment alone I had with Timothée. When our taxi drove dropped us off back home, the house was empty which was relieving in a lot of ways. I don't think I want to be confronted by my mom or Elle right now.

"We're in luck. No one's home." Timothée smiles as sets down our luggage on the floor of our foyer.

"Thank god." I say with a small laugh.

"Will you let me take you to school tomorrow?" Timothée asks and he reaches over for my hand.

"There's literally no one else I'd rather have take me." I chuckle.

"I mean you do sort of have unlimited options.Me..Ansel..Jacob..or literally any guy with a pulse at our school." Timothée says with humor in his voice but his expression is filled with jealously.

"Well unfortunately for them..I only want you." I say as I look at him and bite on my bottom lip.

His eyes sparkle when I say that and I feel his warm lips press onto mine and wrap me into a passionate kiss. He he lifts me up off my feet by my waist. "I am literally addicted to you." He says with a needy voice,while I straddle his waist, and he walks us up the stairs with my legs wrapped securely around him.

The next morning I try to remain calm, but I feel the worry take a hold of me. Natalie goes to our school now, she switched to our school just to be with Timothée. I also haven't spoken to Jacob for months. I ignored all his texts and calls when I was living with Ansel, but I feel horrible about it because Jacob has been nothing but good to me. As I get lost into my thoughts while looking at our high school building, I realize how much things might have changed at school since I've been gone and I'm not sure how prepared I am for that.