Tim From Dear John Novels & Stories

The man said, his eyes scanning Dylan’s body with a mix of relief and concern. “Hello, Tim, it’s nice to see you too,” Dylan smirked, seeing the worried expression on his face. Tim was one of the very few people that Dylan was very fond of. They had been friends for years and because of how close they were, people often mistook them for brothers during college years. Tim had a charming personality, something that made him easy to dote on. The good looks though seemed to have been preserved solely for Dylan, with Tim having a fraction of it. Dylan's deep-set blue eyes and facial features that resemble that of a Greek god made him the dream man of every woman.

All this time Tom was assessing and examining the situation. “So how long have you known my daughter in law? I have said that because I consider Brighton as my son and Alicia is married to him so she is basically my daughter in law,”Tim cleared his thought. “We have known each other ever since we joined highschool and it was an easy journey for us because we were together,”Tim answered. “By together what do you mean?”Brighton asked. Tim was getting irritated by the constant question but did not have a choice but to answer. He giggled a little and said, “I mean as a friend nothing more.”

Following his gaze, he asked, even though he already knew the answer, "What are you looking at?" Justin Taylor pulled his eyes away from Chloe Bishop and Seth Rollins, then glanced at Tim, who was alone. "You've been single for quite a while now, Tang." Tim used to never go anywhere without a date. Tim flashed a roguish grin. "Now that you mention it... I guess it's been three months since I've had a woman. Am I getting old? Is my kidney function starting to decline?" Justin chuckled. "I think you've just passed your hot-blooded youth, that's all."

They were now standing opposite to each other, with five against one. "Look, your majesty," Tim emphasized the last words in a mocking tone, making everyone burst into a peal of laughter again. "You should know better than to get your pretty face beaten and end up taking a day off from shooting your movie tomorrow. How about you crawl back to where you've come from?" "How dare you talk to me like that?" "Perhaps, you want to join the fun? I don't mind threesome." Tim licked his lips, leaving behind a trace of saliva on his soft flesh.

without turning to look at him, Tim speaks. "I am a coward, yes I am, Ther. But better be a friend than a jerk husband. She is worth more than anything in this world, so please don't mess with her. If you can't handle her then let her go, don't trap her for your selfish reasons" he added before walking out of the office. ****tbc****

The man glanced at her with a faint, grateful smile. “Papa! I washed my feet and face. Do I look decent now?” Tim called out excitedly as he returned, proudly showing himself. The father gave him a once-over and smiled teasingly. “Fairly…” Tim puffed his lips in mild protest, though the smile never left his face. He then turned politely toward the girl. “I’ll go ahead now. I need to meet someone—I have to try catching her at EDV Medical Center,” he said with determination. “See you when I see you, miss.”

It was a wonderful feeling. " I better get used to this for I am never letting you go my darling." Tim murmured and kissed her forehead. He then tightened his arms possessively at her and decided to sleep some more. It was still early and today he was going to ditch exercising. Nothing mattered than spending extra time with his woman. It was already seven in the morning when Mira finally decided to open her eyes. Tim was hovering above her With a doting smile on his face. " Good morning sleepy head?" he greeted earning a glare from Mira.

She shook off such an image and shouting her good-byes she quickly rushed out of the house, glad that the drive to work would keep her mind occupied. Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Tim was out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his steel hard cock from punching holes in the shower door, the towel and his underwear. At the last minute he took off the underwear, he wanted to be able to feel his mother's ass and the underwear would be one more piece of insulation. He didn't want to change his schedule too much or his parents would get suspicious, besides if he were too early his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing her usual chores. He

Tita got cut up when a small little girl showed up beside Timothy, that really look like him. "HELLO!" The kid joyfully greeted us with a bright smile, "Whos' this little thing over here?" Tito asks Timothy. Before Timothy answered I noticed this poor girl beside him. Who is she? "Mom, Dad this is my daughter Tabitha and this is my fiancé Louen" I suddenly deafened because of what he said, no way?! This is not true. I saw how Timothy wrapped his arms on that gold digger, and how this pesky kid grabbed his other hand.

he finally said, a big smile on his lips. "Hi, Dean McLaughlin," she said. "Oh, just call me Tim," he said. "All right, Tim, how are you?" she asked. She put the bread in the oven and turned the heat back up. "I'm great. It's very nice to see you again," he said. Fiona bent over further checking the chicken, knowing that her dress was riding on up on her thighs and Tim was getting an excellent look at her butt and possibly even the tops of her stockings.