Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

60.Unseen Demons

♡Hi,I'm sorry I haven't updated for awhile but I wrote a very long chapter to make up for it.If you think this chapter is drama filled? Just wait for the next one,because you guys haven't seen nothing yet.There is soooo many secrets yet to come.Also,you guys are so amazing, thank you for all the love on this story! Almost 18 k? Omg.I hope you guys enjoy this chaotic chapter.♡
(Warning:smut,sexual content,violence,mental health.)

                                                                  (Timothée's POV)
I find myself waking up,my head nestled on Amelia's chest, and the harmonic rhythm of her breathing fills my ears. I gently open my eyes and let them fall on her face,taking in every detail.

Her keyhole pout and and pillowy lips,simply irresistible, making me almost sink into them when we kiss. She's angelic when she sleeps, the way her silky brown hair frames her face steals my breath away. Her delicate, petite frame fits perfectly next to me,and I gently run my fingers through her soft hair, savoring this moment.Amelia's eyes flutter open as she senses my touch. Our sleepy gazes meet, a soft smile spreading across her face.

I find myself lost in her, lost in how deeply I'm in love with her.

I daydream often about us being secluded on an island far away, just the two of us.But I know that's the toxic side of me, the side that wants to keep her all to myself. I have to fight this urge to keep hoard her all to myself. My mind swirls with conflicting feelings, as I struggle my love for her and the need to possess her.

But,she's not an object,Timothee. My conscious echo's in my head, She's my Amelia. A person of her own, and a person that I love.

"Hi," She whispers softly, her voice still sleepy. "You have bed head." She giggles as she runs her fingers through my messy hair, causing me to grin,admiring her natural beauty compared to my messy state.

"You on the other hand, look perfect. How is that possible?" I ask, gently holding holding a loose lock of her hair. Amelia's beauty is so effortless,it amazes me.She doesn't have to try,yet she looks like a goddess in her purest form with just simple movements and expressions.

She rests her head on my chest, and I feel the warmth of her body. "I can't believe we have a house together and we live together. It feels like a dream" She sighs contently,snuggling even closer into my embrace.

I glance at the clock beside us. "Our flight leaves soon." I murmur as I glance at the clock on the bedside table. "I still can't believe we're actually doing this."I admit, marveling at the sway Amelia has on me.

"We have to go," Amelia chuckles as Winnie jumps on the bed,sitting in the corner of the bed, "Elle would literally cut us out from her life if we're shitty siblings to her again."Amelia emphasizes the importance of our presence for her pre-wedding festivities.

Despite the inconvenience and the travel involved, I can't deny that Amelia is right.Our past behavior has been largely self-centered and inconsiderate of Elle's feelings.Now, is the time to rectify that, to make amends and show Elle that we care about her happiness.

"Alright, Alright. Let's do this!" I say as I toss the comforter off of us.But before I can get up on my feet,the thought of the trip fills me with unease.I feel my heart rate quicken at the thought of the awkward moments and complex dynamics.

I can't imagine how challenging it must be for Amelia, having to watch me with other girls.I'm certain it's painful, but I'm so fucking determined not to screw this up.

I love Amelia with all my heart, nobody compares to her.She must know that by now,especially after seeing the hollow expression on my face when I was having sex with the other girls during the ritual.I can't deny that there's a shadow of fear looming over me. A fear of of letting Amelia slip through my fingers once more.