Timothee.

chapter eighteen. timothée.

My heart had been pounding in my chest, my mind was racing. Sure, on the outside I was all calm, cool and collected; but on the inside I was having a huge anxiety attack. The look on Carter's face! The way he talked to her. It was like Italy all over again.
With the way Adele and I were moving, (too slow), I knew what I had to do. I had to make her feel even more comfortable. She'd been awkward for days.

We slipped into my room, and I shut the door quietly behind me as I stumbled over my feet. I managed to knock a few things off of a shelf like an idiot, but I brushed it off with a chuckle. "Sorry..."
"Timothée... I think you might be drunk," She smiled. She helped me to my bed sitting me down. "Adele—"
"Shh... Let me help you." She helped me with my socks, as I was tipping off of the bed practically. I stared at her with heart eyes. She was so beautiful to me. The thought of Carter even looking at her the way I did made me furious. "Adele... Listen to me. You probably already know this, but Carter's not exactly an innocent guy. If he starts trying to talk to you alone, let me know alright? I just don't trust him around you." She shifted uncomfortably in the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Her chin rested cutely on top of them. "Why?" I shook my head, "Just... it's important that you know that. It's also important that you know... you know that I'm... that I'm... I'm starting to feel like really overprotective of you. The thought of him trying to provoke you angers the hell out of me." Laughing, she nodded and reached to turn off the lamp.

I moved closer to her, laying on my side and pulling her into a big spoon. I could feel her heart racing, but so was mine. My chin rested on top of her head but I moved it to smell her hair. Her hair smelled like coconuts and it made me want to laugh. She was sweet in every way.
"Timothée?" She asked, turning around to face me. "Yeah?" In an instant her lips came crashing into mine, but in a not so harsh way. I felt butterflies erupt inside of me and held the back of her head kissing her passionately. I could feel her hands trailing up my sides underneath my shirt.
"Adele... I don't want to rush..."
"I've been thinking... you know? It's been only about a week and a half, but I feel something with you. I've never done—"
"You don't have to go into specifics if you don't want to."
"I don't."
Her lips were pressed against mine, more gently this time. Her body was now on top of mine, pressed down gently against it. All I could hear were her quiet pants, my breath trying to keep up with hers. I felt shivers down my spine every time she kissed me anywhere. I responded the same, kissing down her neck and to her shoulders and arms.
Her dress was off before I knew it, my eyes were exposed to her naked body.

"Adele..."
"It's okay."

I felt her hands move to my own shirt, pulling it over my hands. My own curls flopped down to my forehead. She giggled as they did. Her hands moved down my sides to my belt and my pants, unbuckling them and sliding them down. My briefs went down with them. She sat on my hips staring into my eyes. We were vulnerable to each other. I felt her and she felt me.
"I've never felt anything like this before, Timothée," She whispered to me. I leaned up and pressed my own lips softly against hers. We were each other's, if not only for the night, maybe forever.