Timothee Chalamet Feet Novels & Stories

Couldn’t believe she was here, forty-five years old, divorced, hungover, and staring at the bare, beautiful feet of a man half her age, cuffed to her bed like some fever dream she had no right to live. Liam’s head leaned back against the headboard, his gray-blue eyes dark and steady on her, but he said nothing. His chest rose and fell, broad and perfect, his body stretched taut by the restraints. It should have been intimidating. But it wasn’t his chest, or his abs, or the cut of his hips that held her. It was lower. Her gaze locked where it shouldn’t. Where she had sworn she would never look again. His feet. Long, masculine, perfectly shaped. The toes slender and neatly trimmed, the faint v

As she spoke, she gently reached out her feet from under her long gown. They were a pair of white-laced shoes. Although Charmine was 1.7 meters tall, her feet were only sized 36; tiny yet adorable.

cute. Xavier’s voice was as flat as a desert floor. "Is something wrong?" Chloe noticed him staring at her feet and instinctively curled her toes. "I wanted to talk to you about Liam Jr." For the first time, Chloe felt that her height of 168cm was tiny. She had to crane her neck just to meet his eyes. Xavier’s gaze traveled from her toes back up to her face. After a few beats of silence, he turned and walked back into the suite. "Come in."

Profile pictures can be faked, and usernames can be changed, but photos can't lie. In her posts, I saw Zachary in places I had never been. A side profile of him wearing glasses, working on his laptop at a massage parlor. His hand intertwined with someone else's in a hotel room. A picture of him strolling through a mall, looking far too comfortable with someone by his side. There were even pictures of him in an unfamiliar bedroom, and in every photo, his face was either turned away or blurred in the background. Her most recent post was from the day I woke up after my accident. It was taken inside Zachary's car.

She vowed to stay out of the way as much as possible. With Liam in her life now she was starting to understand what it meant to have someone passionately, to have the drive to be with them and she didn't want to be in the way of Kyle finding the right guy. Chloe stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was parted straight down the middle, and she had straightened it, so it fell in a perfect aqua sheet just above her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless one-shoulder knee-length crepe dress with a leather-paneled bodice. She wore her black Louboutin heels that were meant to pair with whatever she had left out and walked out to Kyle who had been patiently waiting. He swallowed but other than th

“Nora! Look this way! Who are you wearing tonight?” Damien steps out first, his tall frame cutting through the dim rainy light. He turns around immediately, extending his hand to me. I place my fingers in his, sliding my legs out of the vehicle and standing up straight on the damp pavement. The flashbulbs explode in a blinding, white wave of light that turns the wet street into a brilliant silver landscape. I do not look down at my black leather shoes. I do not lift my hand to cover my face, and I do not hurry my steps. I lift my chin, holding my spine straight and tall, letting the heavy green silk brush against my ankles as we walk down the red carpet.

“Adele?” His voice rolled over me like warm honey. I looked up and there he was. Timothee stood in the hallway leading to the private rooms, wiping his hands on a black rag. He was even better in person. Tall—easily six-two—broad shoulders filling out a tight black t-shirt that clung to his chest and biceps. The ink on his arms was a masterpiece: dark roses, skulls, geometric patterns that flowed like water over muscle. His jeans hung low on narrow hips, and when he smiled that crooked half-smile, a dimple appeared on his left cheek. His hazel eyes locked on mine, curious and intense, like he was already sketching me in his head.