It was a normal, Sunday afternoon. Timothée was sitting in the lounging area, reading a good book. I on the other hand was taking a nice, warm bubble bath to destress, and get ready for the week. As I was drifting off to sleep in my body of water, I hear gentle knocks upon the wooden door of our bathroom. "Mind if I come in y/k, I promise I won't look", Timothée says in a respectful manner. "Tim, you're my boyfriend, of course you can join", I say semi-laughing. And with that I got up from the water, threw on my robe, and opened the door for Timmy. He hugged me tightly, and kissed me on the forehead. I absolutely adored him when he behaved this way. It made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. "Well, I think it's time we get you niceeee and relaxed", and before I could say anything, he picked me up, unwrapped my robe, and placed me into the water. Those actions were enough to get my blood pumping faster than it was previously.
For the next hour, we cuddled in the huge bathtub, and just enjoyed each other's presence. I was having such a stressful week, this is exactly what I needed. "Can I rub your back please", he said eagerly. I was confused, but I obliged. He started rubbing delicately, and full with love. "Is that good"?, he asks for more consent. "ahhhh yesss, perfect Timmy, thank you", I say in a trance. He does this for what felt to be about 15 minutes. At last, we ended up in the same position. Laying down, legs intertwined, staring at the bubbles by our toes. "I wish I could just stay like this forever", Timothée says truthfully. "Like what?", I say needing more information. "With you. Just like this. Holding you tight like there's no tomorrow". "I feel the same way Timothée, trust and believe me when I say that". We continue to soak in each other's company for another good 30 minutes.
We then get out, and get dressed. I through on a blue, oversized tee, with some matching lace underwear. Timmy decided on a basic black shirt, with grey joggers. As I lay on the foot of our bed, I notice something odd. "Um Tim, what's that box"? "What box, where do you see that" "it's uh, at the top of our closet. The brown one with black detailing" "ohhh that. Those are some of my old photos from when I was a kid" "OH MY GOD TIMMY. WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM ME?! YOU KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR BABY PICS", I say in the most exasperated manner possible. "Um y/k, I kept them from you because they are pretty fucking embarrassing" "Well I guess I'll have to be the judge of that, won't I?". I then stand up, and make my way to the box.
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"TIMMY THESE ARE"- before I could finish Timothée adds: "hard to look at"? "Nooooo, they are so fucking precious"! "You were such an adorable little kid"! I say I disbelief. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you had your fun embarrassing the living hell out of me, can we go to bed now", Tim says defeated. "Ughhh fine, mr buzzkill". I stack the photos, up gently and place the box back in the closet.
We spent the rest of the evening watching Netflix. By around 10:30, Timothée had fallen asleep on my shoulder. He truly is the most amazing man I've ever met.
A/K: hey baes, I'm back!!! Sorry I disappeared for a bit. I started school 😩. It absolutely sucked, if u were wondering. Anyway, I'll try to update as much as I can! This chapter is cute n simple. Hope u all had a wonderful Sunday!
