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*time skip: a few hours*
setting: your room/homei open up my eyes to the most beautiful sight i've ever seen. my Timothée sleeping peacefully. his breaths are short and his face is so beautiful in the sunlight coming in through the windows. i'm lucky to have him. i run my finger along his jawline and his eyes flutter open. he smiles at me.
"good morning" i say and peck his lips. he blushes a soft pink.
"good morning. last night was... really good" he says with a smirk.
"yeah.. it was" i say, realizing we're both still naked. i sit up in bed and look at my alarm clock. 7:24 am. it's still pretty early. i get up and put on some clothes and i let him borrow one of my larger hoodies. he puts last nights clothes in a backpack and we head downstairs. we find my mom cooking pancakes, probably expecting Timothée to be here.
"so how was your night?" my mom says from behind the stove. Timothée and i look at each other awkwardly.
"pretty good.." i say. she turns around and smiles at us.
"great! now sit down, the pancakes are almost ready" she says gesturing to the table. i bet she knows something was up, moms always have that instinct. soon we are stuffed with pancakes and Timothée looks at his watch and gets up from his seat at the table.
"i'm sorry but i think i should start heading home. my parents will be worrying. thank you mrs. l/n for the food it was amazing and thanks for letting me sleep over" he kisses me on the forehead. "thanks for last night" he whispers in my ear. my face gets hot. he walks to the door and puts his shoes on. i watch from the window as he gets in his car and drives away.a/n: hi! i hope you liked this chapter i thought it would a be a cute one :) i might make a little filler date chapter next before the Christmas and Hanukkah ones. thanks for reading!
love, nat ❤️
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