Clear Eyes (Tim Riggins Story)

Chapter Sixteen

"Tim, please. Can we not do this?" I struggled against him. He rested his hips on mine, but kept his weight off me.

He leaned down and bumped his nose against mine. "B, we need to figure this out." He kept eye contact with me.

I rolled my eyes before relaxing against the bed. "You and I both know that there is something between us. We need to talk about it." He shuffled so he was basically straddling me.

"What do you have in mind? We going to talk about our feelings? Tim, you and I both know, this wouldn't work. I technically have two kids with one in the hospital. Why would you settle for me? Please just let me slip through high school. We don't have much time left anyway." I groaned and wiggled again.

His eyes drifted shut with a heavy groan leaving his lips, "Babe, please stop moving around. This will end in a complete different way." I blushed deeply yet again. Why do teen boys have to be horny all the time? Well... I did kind of rub against him.

"Shut up, Brooklynn. You got jealous when Lyla and I were talking. I got jealous when Smash would flirt with you. We like each other. I don't care if you are the caretaker of your siblings. They like me, and I like them. Babe, please talk it out." He grunted and pushed me harder into the mattress.

I huffed and reached up to thread my fingers into his hair, "Tim, I would love being with you, but it wouldn't work. We would not have a lot of time together since Max is getting to come home, and midterms are coming up. I am also going to be getting my new job soon, and I honestly don't kn---"

His lips crashed against mine as his weight lowered down on me. His arms slid beside my head as one hand cradled my neck and the other one gently tugged at my hair. Both of my hands were tugging at his brown hair until they ventured down his muscular back.

He gently pulled away and rested against my forehead. "Did you feel it?" He muttered as his breath washed over my beet red face.

Breathless I whispered, "Yeah. I have always felt it." I giggled lightly as he kissed my forehead.

"I have never been in a relationship like this before, but I want to try." He melted against my touch when I let my hand go down his side and to his hip.

He gazed down at me before grinning. He pushed the hair from my eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "I think I am in love with you." He grumbled and nosed against my temple.

I gaped a little, would he love me the way I am starting to love him? He doesn't seem like the type to fall into love within two weeks. These two weeks have felt like a lifetime.

"Timmy, I am pretty sure that I am in love with you too."