timothée chalamet imagines

first dance

your pov

I made my way to the dance floor holding Timothée's hand.

We were about to share our first dance as husband and wife.

He put one hand on my waist and held my right hand. I put my left hand on his shoulder.

*choose your first dance song* started playing and we started dancing slowly.

"You're so beautiful." he smiled.

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Do you remember how we met?" he asked as we continued dancing.

"Of course I do," I nodded "you spilled coffee all over me in Starbucks when I was already late to work."

He raised his brows. "I spilled coffee on you? You spilled coffee on me."

"I did not" I laughed "you bumped into me."

"I was distracted by your gorgeous face." he winked as I rolled my eyes.

"You wouldn't let me leave unless you made up for it." I said.

"I made up for it by paying for dinner later that week after you gave me your card."

"All over a $4.50 latte."

We both laughed.

"Why didn't you just let me go?" I asked.

"Because there was something different about you. The second you left, I couldn't get you out of my head. I just needed to spend one night with you to know."

"To know what?" his statement baffled me.

"That I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." he smiled.

Tears filled my eyes. How did I deserve this man? He's everything I've ever wanted and more.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you more." he said and kissed me.