Doyle: A Different Kind Of Hunger

I exited the bathroom and patted my hair free of the droplets as I noticed Doyle sleeping while leaning on his hands. I smiled to myself as I gently caressed his hair.

He groaned and leaned onto the table as his hand reached out to grab mine. My cheeks burned as I bent and peered at his sleeping face, heart hammering in my chest.

"Doyle?" I whispered.

He didn't respond which meant he was fast asleep. He looked so calm and innocent when he was fast asleep like this. I kissed his cheek as I gently pulled my hand from his and headed for the bed.

Just as I was about to near the bed, Doyle held onto my waist and pushed me onto the bed. My cheeks burned as I gulped the lump in my throat with anticipation of what's to come.

"D-Doyle?" I whispered as I couldn't see his expression.

I only heard his soft breath on my ear and his firm chest on my back. Since there had been no respond from him for a long while, I squirmed beneath him until I managed to turn around.