Doyle: A Dream... Or Reality?

I blinked groggily as I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling and felt a weight draped across my waist. Glancing to my left, I found myself face to face with Doyle.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as I tried to comprehend the situation.

Ah, right. I remember...

My cheeks grew hot as I remembered what we just did. I fanned myself and sat up, trying to calm myself.

"Hnn... you're up? D'you wanna bathe?" Doyle asked, his words slightly slurred.

"Yeah. Are you still sleepy?" I asked as I ran my fingers through his hair.

It was still slightly damp.

"Hmm... I can wake up better... with a kiss." Doyle said with a sly grin as he glanced at me, tapping his lips.

"~~~! You're really..." I said with a huff as I felt my cheeks burning brighter.

But... his kisses are really good though. Just a peck then...

I leaned in to kiss him lightly but Doyle took the chance to grab me by my waist, locking me in an embrace as he deepened the kiss.