Jesse Pinkman Imagines

I think I'm in love

Your POV 

I sat, legs rested on Jesse's lap, watching some random TV show. I honestly had no clue what the TV show was about as I was unable to concentrate on it. I couldn't help but keep staring at the perfect man in front of me. His crystal blue eyes were fixated on the screen in front of him.

"Yo are you ok?" Jesse laughed, shaking me out of my thoughts.
"Oh my, aha yeah sorry just daydreaming." I shrugged.
"You were staring at me for a long time." Jesse smirked.
"Oh shut it." I blushed.
"Yo, you're blushing." He teased me.
"Oh my...stoppp." I groaned.
"What is it? Do you have something to tell me?" He smiled.
"Nope." I said.
"Oh I know you do. I can tell when you are lying..." He grinned.
He moved so he way on top of me and our faces were inches appart. I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Well Y/N if you won't tell me I guess I'll have to tickle it out of you." He smirked.

Without giving me a chance to argue, his hands connected with my side's and began to tickle me.
"Aghh!" I squealed, "S-St-Stop."
"Are you going to tell me?" He paused.
"No..." I looked into his eyes.
"Well then." He said, starting to tickle me again.
"O-ok! I-I'll tell you." I have in and he stopped tickling me but he didn't move from on top of me.
"Go on." He smirked.
"Uhh...Well...I think I'm in love with you." I muttered.
"What was that?" He grinned, knowing exactly what I had said.
He just wanted to hear me say it again.
"I...I think I love you Jesse Pinkman." I said, louder this time.
"Well..." Jesse inched his face closer to mine, "I think I love you too."