timothée's pov
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." I said.
"Did you really mean all of that?" she sniffled and wiped away her tears.
I nodded. "All of it."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she asked.
"I don't know. I was waiting for the right moment to come, but I didn't even know when that would be."
She walked toward me and gave me the tightest hug she had ever before.
She looked up at me, "I love you." she said.
A sigh of relief came from me. I'd only ever dreamt of her saying those exact words to me.
"I love you too."
I leaned down to kiss her.
My hands gripped her waist as she raked her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.
Everything I've ever wanted with y/n was happening right now, and this time it wasn't a dream.
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FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
