Intoxicating

I Can Be A Better Boyfriend

I felt Courtney's gaze on me, but I couldn't meet her eyes. My body moved before I had the chance to process anything else, and I stepped toward Timothée. His expression softened slightly as I approached him, his dark eyes watching me closely.

Without hesitation, I reached up and pressed my lips to his.

The world fell away as I kissed him. Timothée pulled me closer, his hands finding their place on my waist, grounding me in that moment. His kiss was intense, like he'd been holding back for too long. I melted into him, feeling the heat of his body, the certainty in his touch, like everything around us had faded to nothing.

This was real. He was real.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, I rested my forehead against his chest for a moment, catching my breath. I could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath my palm.

I looked up at him, his gaze filled with something deep, something more than I could put into words. For a second, nothing else mattered-not Courtney, not the chaos of the last few weeks, just him and me.

But then, Courtney's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade. "So, that's how it is, huh?"

I pulled back, guilt rushing in. Courtney was still watching us, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips, though her eyes held something darker.

"Well, Leia, now that you've kissed him, is this supposed to make things clearer?"

I stayed quiet, staring at the floor, my mind spinning. The kiss hadn't provided answers-it had only deepened the confusion.

Timothée's hands slid down to my hips, and before I could fully react, he picked me up effortlessly. My heart pounded as he carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. His body followed mine, and the weight of him pressed into me, the heat between us undeniable.

But as I looked up at him, lost in his eyes, the reality of what was happening started to blur. My head spun, a mixture of the Molly coursing through my veins and the intensity of the situation. His lips hovered over mine, but the shift of the mattress next to me snapped me out of it.

Courtney had followed. She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze flicking between us, her expression unreadable. I felt my stomach tighten as she leaned in closer, her hand brushing along my leg.

The tension in the room was suffocating.

Timothée paused, his eyes meeting mine again as if searching for confirmation. For a moment, he didn't move, his body still on top of me, waiting.

Courtney, sensing the hesitation, chuckled softly. "I guess I should ask again, Leia. Is this what you want? You sure you're not just trying to have it all?"

Her words cut through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the confusion, the guilt. My heart raced as I realized I hadn't really answered that question for myself.

Timothée, though still focused on me, shot a quick glance at Courtney before turning back to me, whispering in my ear, "You don't have to do this, Leia."

I opened my eyes, meeting his. Everything between us had felt so right, but Courtney's presence cast a shadow over it all. I was stuck in the middle of two worlds, and I wasn't sure how to make sense of any of it.

"Timothée..." I whispered, my voice shaky. I didn't know what to say or how to move forward.

Courtney's hand traced up my thigh, and I flinched, feeling the weight of the decision in front of me. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control, and I didn't know how to stop it.

Timothée's lips against mine sent that familiar warmth through me, grounding me for a moment in something real and comforting. I kissed him back, feeling the weight of everything we'd been through pulling us closer. But then there was Courtney, her hand slowly moving up my thigh, reminding me that this was more complicated than just us.