Doyle: Skip Before The Fall

I fluttered my eyelids open as I found myself lying on top of Doyle. I gingerly reached out to his face but stopped when I was an inch away. I retracted my hand as I stared at his calm visage.

Doyle was lightly snoozing as his chest raised and fell in a rhythmic and calming manner. I felt my body move together with his as his arms were still wrapped around my waist.

He... can't possibly love me... I mean... if he did... then... what did his actions that day mean... he... assaulted me... There's no way...

"Why does every situation with you end up with me losing my cool?" Doyle's words popped into my mind as I remembered the conflicted look on his face and the gentle touch on my cheek.

N-no... How does his words seem to easily answer my questions? He... no... I still don't believe it...

"But I guess I wasn't clear enough with my feelings." Doyle's face popped up into mind again as I remembered that sad look in his eyes.

"I love you." Doyle's voice echoed in my head as I felt my face flush red.

Oh my gosh... I must be insane! I barely spent anytime with him before this past few days and he has managed to make me think about him more rather than my crush!

"Hnnn..." Doyle groaned as he shifted his position and rolled to the side, putting me on the outer part of the couch.

I glanced warily at the floor as I felt his arm support my back to prevent me from slipping onto the floor.

S-such a risky position... A-anyways... I'm going to slip out and head back into bed before he actually wakes up again. I'm screwed if he finds out he wasn't actually dreaming.

I struggled out of his grip but found myself entangled in the blanket he placed over his legs. I turned red when I found myself face to face with his dick and tried grasping for the blanket to quickly climb out of there.

After a long battle with the blanket, I finally got myself out and gasped for fresh air. I spared a worried glance at Doyle but found him still asleep. I sighed in relief as I quickly grabbed my clothes and dodged his hands skillfully.

I took so long to escape your devillish embrace! You think I'm going to be caught by you again?!

I scurried to the bathroom as I turned the shower on. I yelped at the freezing temperature before setting it to a warm temperature. I sighed in relief as I cleaned my body and lathered on the soap.

After my shower, I exited the bath and noticed that I smelt similar to Doyle. My cheeks redden at the thought and I immediately splashed cold water on my face.

I patted down my body and threw on my clothes as I headed back for the bedroom. I crawled into the wide bed and pulled the covers on before staring at the clock beside me.

2:47am.

I scratched my head and turned towards the other side of the bed. It felt so wide and cold... Just yesterday when Doyle was beside me... I felt warm and that there wasn't enough space on the bed.

I blinked my eyes slowly as I curled into a ball. The last few thoughts that filled my head before I drifted off to sleep was Doyle patting my head.

***

Clanking of dishes could be heard as my eyes fluttered open. Streaks of sunlight bounced on the covers of the bed as I blinked my eyes repeatedly.

What time is it?

I glanced to my right and saw the clock beeping the time at 2:35pm.

I blinked my eyes several times to check whether I seriously woke up in the afternoon but the time merely beeped to the next minute.

I put the clock down and drew the covers as I headed for the door. I burst through the doors to find Doyle dressed casually with an apron tied around his body.

"Ah, you finally woke up. How are you?" Doyle asked with a gentle smile as he set a plate onto his dinner table.

I glanced at his face before I lowered my gaze to the table. I still found it hard to look at his face.

"I-I'm fine... Good afternoon..." I said as I walked towards the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"I'll be done soon. Come join me when you're ready."

"Mm..." I grunted in reply as I tried to keep my tone ambiguous. I didn't know how to react after all those confessions he made.

Regardless of how I initially thought of him... He wasn't all that bad. He always looked out for me and wasn't such a bad guy.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I thought of Doyle's face. I frowned at the difference in our level of attraction and felt defeated somewhat.

I splashed cold water on my face as I tried to wash away the feeling of defeat that weighed down on me. As I turned the pipe off, I touched my face and frowned.

Can I... trust him? No... I...

"Are you done?" Doyle asked as I jumped.

I turned around to face him with my face still dripping with water. Doyle raised his eyebrows before grabbing a nearby face towel and dabbing my face dry.

"Don't wait too long. You may catch a cold. Come, let's have lunch. Well... brunch for you... lunch for me." Doyle said as he laughed lightly and held my hand, leading me to the dining table.

Doyle led me to the dining table which contained an array of food. I stared at it curiously before staring at his face.

"W-was it too much?"

"Eh? Oh... um... T-there's only two of us... But I was more curious... did you make it yourself?"

"Well... yes. It's been years since I last cooked for someone... so I don't know if I did it right. Hehe... "

"O-oh..." I replied as I felt a sharp sting in my heart. Doesn't that mean he had cooked for someone before? Someone he deemed was special? No wait... what was I thinking...

I quickly chose some dishes before eating it. I chewed for a few seconds before I found myself eating more of it.

"It's delicious! You're an excellent cook, Doyle!" I said beaming at Doyle.

Doyle merely grinned at my statement and took a sip of his coffee. He then picked some dishes before placing them on my plate.

"I know these are your favourite." Doyle smiled as he then retracted his hand and picked some dishes for himself.

I glanced at the dishes on my plate before staring back at his face. Why does everything he do feel so calculated?

"D-Doyle, I.... I have to tell you something..." I said as I placed the spoon back onto the table.

"... How about after lunch?"

"... ... Okay..."

We then ate in silence for the rest of that meal. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.