Clear Eyes (Tim Riggins Story)

Chapter Twelve

Why would I invite him to spend the night? I am suppose to be mad at him.

I huffed once I had brushed my teeth and started to change into my pajamas. I had just pulled my jeans and top off when Tim busted into the room.

"Football, do you have any--- OH!" He started, but quickly saw that I was in my underwear.

I blushed a deep red before covering myself with the closest thing, a pillow.

"I-I- I'm sorry." He stuttered and bolted out the door.

Well. He has seen about all of me now.

I ran my hand over my face in embarrassment. I should have locked the door or something. I dragged the shirt over my head and the short shorts up my tan legs.

I slowly emerged back into the living room, "Um. What did you need?" I asked as Tim glanced up at my still red face.

"I was wondering if you had an extra toothbrush, but I found one in the bathroom. Sorry about not knocking. I wasn't thinking about it." He stared down at the carpet instead of directly at me like he normally does.

I shuffled around, "its okay. It was my fault, should've locked the door." I shrugged.

"If it helps, you have a nice body." He said from behind me as I had reached down to grab a water out of the fridge.

My back straighten and I froze when his hands gripped my waist and hauled be back against him. "Thank you? It is getting late." I whispered and tried to pull away, but his gripped just tightened.

"I can take the couch." He slowly let one hand fall from my waist to close the fridge.

I had a sharp intake of breath when his hand skimmed across my hip to return to its previous position.

"We have already shared the couch in my house. The bed is big enough for us. We won't touch. We can put pillows---."

"Bed it is. What side do you want?" He cut me off before turning me to face him.

"The left side, if that is okay." His close proximate makes my heart race. I swallowed a little before leaning on the fridge.

"Of course." He smiled sweetly down at you. I have never seen that smile before, it was always the smirk or the childish grin. Never this sweet side. Maybe he is trying to help me with coping?

He stepped away before wondering into the bedroom. I breathed deeply with his scent still surrounding me. How am I going to go to sleep with him here?

"You coming?" His voice echoed from the room, I shook my head at some not so innocent images ran through my head.

"Yeah. It has been a long day." I gently patted to the bedroom to see Tim pulling the blankets down in just his Boxer briefs. I quietly gasped and turned a lovely shade of tomato before almost dive-bombing into the bed.

I do not need to embarrass myself anymore tonight.

I got settled and felt Tim laying on his end of the bed as I hugged my corner. He sighed and rolled over. I froze when I felt him scoot to the middle of the bed.

I laid there for about an hour hoping to fall asleep, but an arm rubbed by back soothingly before roaming around to the front of my stomach and pulled me into his chest.

He didn't say anything to me, and I didn't say anything to him.

He nuzzled into my neck before I held his even breathing coming out and I was lured to sleep from the feeling of his heart beat against my back.

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Those feels though. Tim is bae. Sorry it has been a while since I updated. Please comment and vote! The next chapter might be kind of dirty, no sex scene, but some naughtiness. It is Tim Riggins, so... :D

-Brooke