Part 12

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wouldn't let me add music😾😾
so here's a lik chapter playlist if u wanna listen to some music lol
jackie blue- the ozark mountain daredevils
clair de lune- claud debussy, martin jones
pale blue eyes- the velvet underground
boy- willow

i woke up in timothees arms. he was still asleep, his hair was messy and his skins was bouncing off the sunlight from the window making him look almost ethereal.

soon after he woke up
"good morning beautiful" he whispered in my ear, feeling his warm breath down my neck as he placed small kisses on the curve of my neck.
"breakfast?" he asked.
"yeah why not"

we ended up going down to an old cafe where they played old songs. jackie blue by the ozark mountain daredevils came on and i was singing it under my breath as i saw timmy admiring me.

i got pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup and timothée got a black coffee and a bagel (of course😌).

"i wrote a movie" i broke the ice.
"wow! what's it about?"
"i guess you'll have to wait and see"
"wait and see?" he looked interested.
"yeah i sent it to a producer. someone i met while in italy" i answered.
"i mean, i don't think it's good enough"
"don't say that" he took my hands and rubbed my palms with his thumbs lightly while holding direct eye contact with me, a comforting eye contact that none of us wanted to break.
"your talented and beautiful and amazing"
i started laughing
"should i got on"
he kissed my hand over and over while still maintaining eye contact then he slightly let go and i ruffled through his hair with my fingers making him giggle slightly. then i pulled him closer for a long kiss, he traced my jawline with my fingers. for a second i forgot it wasn't just the two of us.
"that tastes good, can i have some" he joked.
"hilarious" i said sarcastically.

time skip (lol sorry)

after that day, we spent almost every spare minute together. me going to his before work or after or during. or he would come visit me.

it had been about 2 weeks until i got an email. and important one for that matter.

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