Intoxicating

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

AN: I noticed in the last chapter that I had "her" in a paragraph. If you ever see "her", "his", "they" it's because I write notes down and sometimes I copy and paste them from my notes to Wattpad and forget to change them. So deeply apologize for that.

Another AN: My character was heavily inspired by Elio Perlman from Call Me By Your Name and Cassie Howard from Euphoria.

Leia's POV

As Timothée pulled the truck up to my house, the weight of what had just happened lingered in the air between us. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks, my heart trying to settle back into a normal rhythm. I looked over at him, and he was staring at me, a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.

He chuckled softly, breaking the silence, his voice low and teasing. "Leia... where did you learn to do that?"

I blinked, my face instantly warming again. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb, though I knew exactly what he was talking about.

His grin widened, eyes locking onto mine. "The squirting. I mean, that was... insane. No one's ever done it that many times like that with me before."

I swallowed, shifting in my seat and feeling the embarrassment creeping up again. "Oh... that," I muttered, biting my lip. "I didn't really 'learn' it."

Timothée raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but waiting for more of an explanation. His gaze was intense, like he was genuinely curious.

I sighed, feeling my nerves knotting up in my stomach. "I... I just did it one time... alone," I admitted, feeling weirdly vulnerable admitting this. "Up until tonight, I've been the only one to ever make it happen. No other guy could."

Timothée's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then his expression softened, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Seriously? No one else?"

I shook my head, feeling my face burn. "Nope... just me. You're the first guy."

He let out a low, satisfied laugh, leaning back in his seat. "Well, damn," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Guess I should feel pretty honored, then."

I managed a small smile, still feeling awkward. "I mean... it wasn't like I was trying to keep it a secret or anything."

Timothée reached over, his hand brushing against mine. "You're full of surprises, Leia," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with something deeper. "And I like that about you."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just smiled, looking down at our hands before pulling mine away to open the door. "Well... thanks for tonight," I said quietly, stepping out of the truck. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes lingering on me. "You will."

As I made my way inside, I could still feel the tension between us, the heat of his words clinging to me.

As I reached the front porch, I couldn't help but smile. My hair was a mess, my body covered in weird little marks from the night, but all I could think was how unforgettable this night had been.

I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't forgetting this night, ever.

As I quietly slipped inside the house, the darkness wrapped around me, and the silence told me everyone was already asleep. My body was still buzzing from the night, each step I took up the stairs a reminder of what had just happened-of him and everything we'd done.

I opened my bedroom door and tossed my bag on the bed, glancing at myself in the mirror. My hair was a complete mess, half in and half out of the bun, curling up in weird places from being sweaty. And those faint heat rashes from pressing against him? They dotted my skin like little reminders of how intense it had all been. I winced at how wrecked I looked but couldn't help smiling at the same time.