little smutty, not too much. double update xx enjoy
swaying my hips to a song playing in my head, and the smell of pancakes I made with barely any food I had left, but a mind full of questions.
but I won't answer them, just yet.
the first question was, did last night actually happen?my second question is, did Timothèe really buy me a heater?
and thirdly, is Timothèe chalamet really asleep in my bed?
I leant back seeing a mop of curls on my white sheets.
well the answer to the third question is yes, he is.
it's 6am, I didn't end up sleeping last night, but I wasn't bothered, I was a actually okay with it, as long has Timmy had sleep, I'm okay.
he deserves some breakfast though, so I'm making that at least for him.
once I finished flipping the fluffy saucers, I went to my fridge pulling out some blueberry's I didn't know I had, juggling two plates and syrup in my mouth, I entered my room, which was nicely heated.
i sat beside sleeping beautiful, I placed the pancakes by his nose.
"any minute now."
i sighed cutting my pancake eating a bit.
"pancakes?"
i hear groaned out.
"well good morning to you babe."
i said. Placing my plate beside me.
i screamed when he grabbed my leg pulling me under the blanket and under his arms.he repeatedly smashed his lips to my cheek, I laughed while trying to escape his grasp.
"sweetheart made me pancakes?"
he said between kisses.
"mmhm."
i said he finally placed his lips on mine.
"you crashed early last night chalamet."
i said kissing his nose.
"really?"
he asked picking two blueberries off his pancake, slipping one between his lips and one between mine.
"yeah, like 12."
i said.
"have you been sleeping alright?"
i asked curious.
"not really, I have to tell you something."
he said.
oh no."but I'll tell you latter, let's enjoy these delicious pancakes."
he said.
i nodded.he let me go out of his warm grasp, we sit up cross legged on my big bed, eating our pancakes, he occasionally made jokes about how loud I was chewing.
"oh my goodness june, please keep your mouth shut while eating."
he complained.
"that's it."
i said grabbing the syrup, and squeezing the sticky sweet substance, down his bare chest.
"may!"
he yelled.
i chuckled.
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