Len POV - Curiously Concerned

"And— flip!" Doyle instructs me as I flipped the eggs smoother than I expected.

I broke into a wide grin, glancing over in his direction as Doyle kisses the top of my head. I felt warm from the intimate gesture as Doyle wraps his arms loosely around my waist.

I turned back towards the eggs in the small frying pan, tossing it onto a plate as I cracked another for Doyle with the hopes of showing him how quick of a study I was. I coated the pan with some olive oil and cracked two eggs in, swirling them around as I let it cook before getting distracted by Doyle's scent.

He smelt pleasant as always and similar to me since we used the exact same shampoo and body wash. His faint peppermint scent also tickles my nose as he holds me in his arms.

"Len, it's burning!" Doyle exclaims, waking me from my daydream as I hurriedly flipped the eggs over— only for some of the oil to splatter against the back of my hand.