Doyle POV - To Have You To Myself

I never meant for Len to notice my discontentment. Neither did I want to hurt him. But that was exactly what I did when I bit on his lower lip when he tried to break away.

I thought he was comparing me to Dameon, or that he was going to be taken by someone else. I grew anxious at the thought and nearly lost control. So... When Len was more worried about me than himself, I couldn't help but feel the urge to cry.

I even used a lame excuse like my injuries hurting when I knew full well how Len had ensured to keep my hands elevated and kept a pillow beside me to prevent rolling on my hand while I slept. He would also change the bandages frequently regardless of how busy he was. The odd hours he returned were not a factor in his neglect of caring for my injuries as I always woke to fresh bandages which he took the time to learn until it was fitted nicely, not too tight nor too loose.