Young Blood ~•~Timothée Chalamet

Chapter 10

"Baby, you're the best. We'll figure out the rest."

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I woke up to Timothée's soft breathing beside me. The morning light peeked through the curtains. I couldn't remember a time where I had felt as at ease as I was right now. Just lying next to his body temporarily filled the void.

I got up slowly, being careful not to disturb him. I heard the sounds of my family carrying out their morning routine. I wanted to keep the events of last night tucked away in my room. No one needed to know he had slept over, so I let him sleep.

I grabbed a book from my shelf and curled myself up in the corner chair. I turned to my bookmark in The Great Gatsby.

I spent a good hour silently reading. If love could kill then I was sure I could handle it. After all, I've already danced with the Devil countless times. Doing it for the sake of Timothée couldn't have been much worse.

The house was finally quiet. Thank god. And just on time too. The bed stirred as he sat up. "Whatcha reading?" He yawned at me.

"A book." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes.

I threw the book down and crawled back onto the bed. As my body inched towards his, he settled back into the comforter. I hovered over him and peered into his eyes.

I felt hesitant to close the space between us. One little mistake and this picturesque moment would shatter back into reality. If this had all been a dream, man would I have cried. But it wasn't and he was there in the flesh and blood. I just wanted to know what was going on in that pretty little mind of his.

I leaned down and kissed him. His hands pushed up my waist and crept under my shirt. He flipped us over to be on top and took me higher and higher with those lips.

I was hooked and if he wanted to, I would have let him drain my soul until it could give no more.

We parted for breath. He plopped down on his side and I nestled my face into his chest.

"You need to break up with her." I hated myself for ruining the moment.

He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know. Just give me one more day. I promise." He pecked my lips and then got up.

I watched him check his phone. "Fuck, I need to go." He fixed his hair in the mirror. "I'll see you later?"

"Yes." I blew him a kiss.

He smiled, then closed my bedroom door to leave.

Our time ended too quickly and once again, I was alone in this big house. My heart sank.

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My mother had lent me some of her clothes for the meeting. I had to look professional, as she had put it. I needed to make an impression. Right now, I couldn't be a naive teenager for Mrs. Wilson.

My pumps clacked on the sidewalk. I smoothed down my pencil skirt and straightened my blouse. I opened the doors to a modern lobby. A fountain bubbled in the corner.

I walked up to the receptionist. "Hi, I'm here to see Janet Wilson."

Her eyes traveled me from head to toe. "Um, yes. One second." Her hands pushed a button on the phone. She spoke into the receiver, "Mrs. Wilson, I have a young lady out here asking for you." She covered the phone with her palm. "What was your name?"